Tag Archives: Fall

The Tree of Knowledge

Into the night that may swallow whole
What fear we have and render silent the voices that may protest.
On deaf ears our crys fall,
An uncaring void, unwelcoming, and unable to
See how we fall, motionless,
Into the apathy of entropy that holds the universe in check.
What pride, what arrogance would grow rampant
Had not the tree of knowledge bestowed the gift of mortality.

Seasons

Wind from another time and place.
Blowing in, revealing a different face.
One face to another that face did say:
Among the autumn leaves, come to play.
A sunset in fall before the winter snow.
One last embrace before the fading of hearts glow.
Far beyond springtime and those carefree days past,
Even summer had mourned and into shadows cast,
Any semblance, any thought that bore
Resemblance to a memory that one could not ignore.
Now here in autumn, waiting for the snow,
Praying winter, its face, it won’t forget to show.

Silence Calls

The world is dark and dim and shifting,
Beneath a quiet shell uplifting.
In the silence one was calling
She stopped to listen…
Heard leaves falling.
Almost footsteps, ones behind her.
Turned to look and heard survivors,
Still living echos of her own,
So cold and far away from home.
On her way, walking faster now.
Down a path to the edge of town,
Where the world, dark and dimming,
In its shadows with mysteries brimming.
None may see her final flight,
If safely home, or had to fight.
Those footsteps she once heard before,
Were her own, but something more.
For reaching from her twilight shadow,
Her reflection from graves shallow.
Grasping at her ankles so,
It may not have to let her go.
Then turning slowly back to see
What has gripped so desperately,
Then looking into that shadows face,
None but her own would take its place.
She is it, and it the shadow.
The day is done and she’s left hollow.
The world is dark and dim and shifting.
Beneath this shell that is uplifting,
There is one, who in silence calls,
Waiting for another, who, listening, falls.

I Stand

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I stand.
Though the waves crash in,
In spite of the pillars around me
Threatening to fall. Eat my sin!
I stand!
Now I can see an infinity,
Because of my choice to stand.
I defy you sand!
You who do not wish to hold my feet,
You, who tries to hide the rock
Behind His destined seat,
Curse you sand!
A thousand times before, I’ve fallen,
And a thousand times more I’ll stand.
Against the waves that seem to be called in,
Though the world may die around me,
Though hell may scourge and mock me,
And remind me of the sin that tries to bind me,
The sand gives way finally.
I’ve found my foundation and rock that saves me.
I spite of a world that would see me die,
I stand.

A Sonnet to Seasons Change

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Within the forest, forever she sleeps.
The winter wind has tried to call her back.
No spring, no summer,  a constant sleep deep,
Any certainty of waking, she lacks.
How long has this winter been? Cold wind blows
Over what must soon come to be her grave:
A full moon and the snowy trees below.
This is all that is left from what she gave,
Where’s spring? No living memory holds summer.
“Oh, the ice! Where is the fair face of fall?”
A common lament of those who love her.
Not one, but many. Of them, she is all.
She is the snow, the rain, the heat, the wind.
From the snow sprouts a bud. New life begins.

Summer Lets Go

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On the wind, all the same.
Through the seasons nothing came.
Even now, summer dies.
Every tree you see, cries.
They know that with its passing,
They won’t be much longer lasting.
As I wait for winter,
They wait for spring.
And summer, the heretic sinner,
The procrastination king,
Lingers on through October,
Autumn has no need to sober,
Allowing winter to take her prize,
And darken sunny skies.
Softly sleeping beneath the snow,
The earth sighs,
As summer finally lets go.

Seasons Passing

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Beneath the rolling of the clouds,
The sun declining smiles, gives me frown.
The wind, to no wall would bow,
Not even to the cedar, reddish-brown.
Awakening to dance with their friend, the breeze,
On the tips of their branches, the red ceases hold.
I in its midst, observe all of these,
Sigh to witness summer yield to autumns cold.
With one more Summer past,
Now I wait for winter.
Knowing it too, shall not last,
Its snow melting with springs cinder.