Seasonal Change of Mood

Oh, I don't ever look forward to winter but, the scents of autumn ~~ my most favorite scents of all.

Death - - -

      the last burning ember

                 has blinked out.

The coals have grown

                     cold...

they've fallen...

             from the grate.

        The cold embers

                  crunch under foot...

                       and, stirred up by

                   that same foot - -

                          they fly away

                                    to decay - -

but, they have brought

                   us joy. . .

                                 in a few colors of the rainbow;

                        they have allowed us

           to play

  in their piles of death.

            They don't die

                                in vain

                      for come spring - - - they

                will fertilize the life

                              yet to come. 

Author's Note

Leaf piles in which I used to jump after raking the leaves together. Interconnected all things on Earth, and leaves help life recycle, year after year.

Reviews

[*** Hey Jude***]

What a delightfully expressed piece. It brought out emotions that made me feel the words you have so movingly related. The changing of seasons has always brought out different emotions. Spring and fall are my favorite. Spring because of the glory of new beginnings, and fall is a special time not only because when the tree's transform with their glorious colors and smells, but also because I am a Libra :-), lol. I thoroughly enjoyed this! ~ Jude xo
PS. And I was a leaf jumper as well :D

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is beautiful. Life never stand still. We must move with the seasons or get lost. I like the story and the wisdom in your words. A outstanding poem. When I get tire. I take my grandchildren outside and watch them. They rebirth my will to live. Their energy.
Coyote

[Desert Dreamer]

I like your poem about this cycle of death and rebirth. My favorite line is
"but, they have brought
us joy. . ."
Thank you for sharing.

[A.Lee]

This is really good! I love the imagery and the message behind it. The structure and style suits it well. Good write.

[The Analog Kid]

This is very straightforward, yet sometimes, these are the best poems, in my opinion. I also enjoyed how you contrasted joy with death. ...All to repeat again.

Patrick

[An owl on the moon]

You paint so eloquent an image of life in autumn... life that seems to be letting go, while it is securing a life to come.. the spring.. renewal.. Beautiful written and voiced!

[just is]

Now this is so wonderful, I enjoyed this write alot.
Wonderful writing here, I like your creativity.

[Nautili]

"They have allowed us to play in their piles of death," what a cool way to say you jumped in the raked leaves!

[kurrupted]

kurrupted-(mouth agape and speechless as he was astound by the awesome lines try to find the words but could'nt, he managed to and all he could utter was)- "wow!"

great piece i love the theme and the flow was lovely too too. double thumbs up

[THE LOST ROSE]

Thanks for a trip down memmory lane. I enjoyed this poem and while looking out at a couple of feet of snow you placed multi-colors leaves back on a naked tree right before my eyes. I enjoyed this poem a great deal. I look forward to coming back to get another vision from you. C-ya soon.

[Angel Baby]

The changing of seasons is a beautiful thing as is your poem.Thanks for sharing. P.W.