Prosperity

Many a leaf floats softly down,

a blaze of gold upon the ground

comes treasure from a grieving tree.

And like our loved ones when they're gone,

in precious thought they still live on

and that means all the world to me.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this reminds me of Vermont as well....that pic of my mom...the beauty of fall, her beauty...and then the impending winter to come...so cold and lonely without her....i enjoyed the prosperity of having my folks for so long....having those summers and falls in Vermont...i was quite lucky.

j.

[Chris Shaw]

Now this one was in my garden Jacob, though I am so pleased that it still reminded you of Vermont and your very beautiful mum. Gold leaves here Jacob, no magnificent reds though. Prosperity, yes, I think the same. Lucky to have wonderful memories of family to reflect upon. Thank you.

Chris

[Sami Khalil]

We humans know the value of something or someone when we lose them or in departure from our world. What a great analogy. Treasure is to be treasured with deep measure suffered. We treasure you though on this site and your contributions.

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Sami, your review warmed my heart. Thank you so much and all good wishes to you for Christmas and the holiday season.

Chris

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome. Same to you.

[Patricia Wedel]

“treasure from a grieving tree.. a blaze of gold upon the ground” is a lovely way of remembering. We have that exact scene every Autumn 🍂 from two huge Maple trees ... in our front yard. truly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Pat. I bet your maple trees are a glory to behold in autumn. Happy to have you visit this little poem. All good wishes.


Chris

[Einstein Noodle]

well done ... you have a natural rhythm in your lines, Chris ... such a strong metaphor .. as a tree grieves for the loss of leaves .. they lay golden all around ... i simply would have not looked at those bare limbs in such a way ... i always see the deep sleep with miraculous expectations of spring ...our grief and loss ... blessed by memories is such a gifted place to arrive at ... pain always present but is polished by time and enduring ... i definitely connected to your poem ... very relatable and real ... those of us who have gone about life without deep loss forget that seasonal celebrations can be very difficult for others ... strong metaphor, well constructed, touching and there is depth of wisdom .. and such a short poem ...

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Mr E. I am delighted that you enjoyed Prosperity and I am most grateful for your very encouraging review. I do hope that you have a wonderful Christmas. All good wishes winging their way across the pond.

Chris

[Einstein Noodle]

same to you Chris ... and all those around you :)

[Beccy]

Memory is the ultimate rebirth, and here, in this lovely poem, you have perfectly combined the vibrancy and hope of autumn, with the richness of our memory of passed loved ones.

This made me think of my grandma, who when I was a very young child, introduced me to the joy of poetry.

Beccy.

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Beccy, I am delighted that my words made you think of your dear Grandma. She gifted you poetry. What a joy that has been for you. All good wishes.

Chris

[Mel]

You sure have beautiful thoughts, Ms. Shaw.

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Mel, thank you for your lovely comment. Truly appreciated.

Chris

[Jimmy Yetts]

Golden tears and treasured memories.
Let us pray that, by the time the dead are forgotten--and because of where they happily dwell--they couldn't care less.
Gorgeous piece of work, Chris!

[Chris Shaw]

Thanks Jimmy. I have to say I was quite pleased with the way this poem wrote itself.

Chris

[Stella Armour]

At a time of national remembrance this lovely poem says so many things Chris, i have just been watching the red poppies fall at the Remembrance Service and straight away i read about your golden falling leaves.
So many memories at this time of the year ...

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for your lovely response Stella. Remembrance day today, always moves me to tears.

Chris

[Eilis]

I love how the title heightens the poem, Chris, and lends it a deeper meaning. Being able to see the loss of anything as prosperity is enriching.

And autumn does enrich in so many ways. The scenery can be lovely, but that shedding also contributes to the continuous growth we need to sustain us.

It’s a lovely, gentle analogy. And, does indeed, make the memories we have of loved ones feel that much more rich.

You’ve shared some wonderful seasonal poems this autumn. I do like the depth of your message in this one very much.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Eilis. Always good to get your thoughts. Have a lovely Sunday.

[Eilis]

A lovely day to you as well, Chris

[augustus]

Sort and sweet. I like it!

[Chris Shaw]

You are spoiling me Augustus with your visits and I am liking it. Thank you very much.

Chris