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

[Malister Mikey]

This poem is good I enjoyed reading it, Great job

[Mary Bosworth]

Wow
How wonderfully elegant is this

[Patrick]

This piece is very deep and emotional

[itai]

A poet indeed. For you life is a journey. You have always known this from the earliest times of your life.

[Lauriegirl]

I really like the style and format in which you write. You most definitely leave me wanting to read more. Very nice work