Autumn, a season to shed

Autumn,
a season to shed,
a hundred things worth leaving,
and a hundred things worth keeping.

By now I am a thousand years old,
Skin like marble,
Arms like two Oaks,
Woven together like a canopy.
Rain and snow and silence hath broken and mended me.
Saturated by sun and early morning dew.

By now I am a mountain,
Rugged and pleasing,
Tiring and distant.
All manner of creatures traverse me.
Brigands and thieves lay hidden in my rocky breasts-
See their fires at night?

By now my heart is a sea.
Flowing forever this way and that,
never ceasing long enough to reflect,
Never stopping long enough to regret.

By now I am the Sun,
Glorious and cruel,
Monstrous and inevitable,
Demanding yet detrimental.

Reviews

[Avanthika]

Indeed autumn is a season to shed

[Tricia Pattinson]

Another great piece. I admire your style.

[Mary C]

Wowwwww this is some piece of writing my friend. This is simply amazing

[Anne Timmins]

Very good and well presented.

[Susan Beth Horvath]

you have me very intrigued here with this poignant piece. And I love the title so much. good job

[Rita L. Sev]

Love the imagery and metaphor you weave here, K Scott. These lines stood out:

a hundred things worth leaving,
and a hundred things worth keeping...

This is a mantra for wise living...

[John Anderson]

Great diction and flow help to make this an excellent poem. Your delivery was perfect!

[Blake Fodor]

Loved the spirit behind this and there is a kind of honesty here too. Well done penning this lovely piece.

[Delmar Cooper]

I enjoyed reading and masticating your words. You have written a poem of high quality. Thank you for sharing this.