Autumn's Tears~

...'where Butterflies never die'

Deep in the soul, 

  where butterflies harbor grief

straight from the heart hence poppies cry

   lies the spirit of all those loved.    lost

broken wings of decayed flowers

   ashes to dust within the mind's spirit

Tears flow through the abysmal depths

    drowning amidst sorrow of yesterdays

where the grass remained splendor

   and the uncaged birds still sang

reminiscing

 clear waters of recollection

    in the equinox of dark moons

stirs the discontent of seasons change

     after the ice of winter thaws

         there will always be warmth

In this whirling disarray of thoughts

   wind sweeps the dying leaves away

when autumn's tears are lifted

    from their murky depths, reborn    

to play amongst the new day's sigh

   we never forget the fluttering of loss

we grant their wings to vibrancy yet again

   deep from within a sacred place,

          where reverie's paradise rekindles

              and butterflies never die...

Author's Note

Photo of woman by Katarina Silva

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Another beautiful expression of the memories we still clutch within about those who have passed through our lives be they dead or alive. This is gentle and the metaphor of autumn sets the scene but I love the feelings of hope injected, for example '
after the ice of winter thaws
there will always be warmth' and those memories will always live as 'butterfly thoughts'

[Frieda P]

Thanks John, glad you picked up on the hope.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Frieda, I love your writing style and your brilliant word choice! Truly this one scarred me of my yesterday's pain. Ha ;) Excellent beyond description! (I love the song choice, too!) :x

[OTownPete]

Another wondrous offering from your pen Frieda. Your friend in words, Pete

[Barbara Walker]

The last stanza is my favorite!

[wordwarrior]

....to play amongst the new day's sigh....gorgeous line!
The whole poem is soft and woven beautifully. The imagery and metaphors are truly wonderful and this made me sigh with peace at the end, even though you take the reader through slightly dark patches.
Awesome writing, as always!

[Great Aunt Astri]

Although this is certainly a tapestry of visions,of feelings, scents, emotions, affection and beauty I found it a bit difficult to read. I felt the 'flow' could be worked on a bit.

[Keith]

The changing seasons reflect our changing moods and aspirations. Your wonderful images create the various moods here.

[Rita L. Sev]

Frieda, the imagery here is so lovely; on the backdrop of Autumn and grief, hope rises on butterfly wings...

[Rosaria_V]

Awwww this was truly amazing

[kublakhan27]

The butterflies you speak of here are truly immortal my friend...they truly are the spirits of all those who we love and miss...the way you express these feelings it something I will always look up to...I know how it feels to harbour these sentiments but I cannot put them into words as you do...this one had me close to tears...I don't know even know what else to say...you're never alone...xo

[Glen Yumang Manese]

As I read this one and the song...I had to take a sec to synchronize the whole part…yours and the feelings and thoughts you put into the line of this write…thanks for the invite...