Saturday, October 13, 2012

Autumn


Autumn

Gradually
she celebrates the secret of letting go
First she gives away her green,
now her orange, 
her yellow, 
and then her red,
until the fire fades
at the last, to lose her dying embers.
All, all is given away, to her very last leaf
There she stands, empty and silent,
disrobed.
Leaning naked against the Autumn air
she begins her watch of trust.






Painting Autumn by David Bergen

6 comments:

  1. What a beautiful poem! It is more than just the description of the season and points to what we discover as we divest ourselves of our leaves and colours, our outer persona. We learn from the tree to stand naked in trust. Thank you Emma. Also, the painting by David is is very rich and exudes a sense of great stillness.

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  2. Thank you dear Joseph, for your consistantly-given profound understanding and for your always-valued appreciation.

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  3. Emma,..wow!!...your words are wise, beautiful, brilliant and deeply soulful and awakening to my spirit...shine on..beautiful beautiful beautiful!!
    amazing poetry...amazing post! Hugs and blessings..you have brought bright sparkles to my world!

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    1. Victoria, you touch my heart and spirit with your generous praise! Thank you for your wonderful response to my poem - as you yourself are such a splendid creator of beauty, your comments mean a lot to me and they fill my heart with gratitude!! Hugs and blessings, kindred!

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  4. Beautiful poem Emma! Lovely & heartwarming blog. Love & Blessings :) <3

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    1. Thank you so much for your kind words of appreciation, dear Sila. Blessings to you as well ♥

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