Welcome, my delightful digital friends!
Autumn is my favorite time of year.
And I count myself beyond blessed to live in an Upstate New York climate that truly allows a distinct autumnal season.
Cool weather, breezy showers, and, of course, the breathtaking colors of nature’s denouement from summer’s heated passions. Ahhh. Pure bliss.
This week’s poem tries to capture that sense of connection…
The personification of the trees. The “we” in the leaves and the raindrops… all of us so connected to nature. To transitions. To the cycles of life.
And, in the end, to learn to let go. Surrender to such beauty.
Appreciate our fleeting existence, our remaining seasons. For whether we accept it or not, those pertinacious winds of fate shall e’er blow.
Please let me know your thoughts, feelings, and reactions to this poem in the ‘Leave a Reply’ comment section at the bottom of this page.
-PS Conway ☘️ ☘️ ☘️
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the burden of leaves
the trees grow weary, the burden of leaves
fall gentle with the rain’s sweet incitement
their soft paean, “to sleep: perchance to dream,”
soliloquies to a life lived, well spent
we saffron leaves settle in still waters
gathered ‘long manmade paths, their timeworn clefts
pool and collect memories, then proffer
silent ripples to leave us less bereft
we raindrops descend with such tearful toll
fill the holes with still puddles, with purpose,
a surface for reveries, all in service
of circles, the constancy of one goal…
to be our intent: live, laugh, love; let go
of insensible fears whilst colors fade,
a hushed surrender to this autumn gray
pertinacious winds of fate shall e’er blow