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.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

"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..."~ You have portrayed a heavenly paradise, bittersweet and ethereal... within the pain there is a rebirth...
A "sacred place", I believe to be in our hearts...

Thank you for taking me to another realm...beauty pouring from your heart...

[Blank]

I've always loved fall, who doesn't enjoy watching the leaves change, nature's canvas! Yet, when we think of what's really happening it's sad, the trees pull their nutrients into their core to survive the harsh winter weather that is surely on it's way, it kills off it's leaves an essential part of it's existence. The birds leave to find warmer weather, and crops yield their last fruits to wither and die in the cold...

You capture this all so fluidly, you offer vivid pictures in your words and such strong emotions. I love the atmosphere you've created, it's a gorgeous piece you've written here! Thank you so much for sharing it.

[Ruth]

Ohh, I needed this, soothed me....nothing like such beauty as this on a dull Sunday! ♥

[Pryde Foltz]

What you have done here my sweet friend is woven a magical tapestry of visions, of feelings, scents, emotions, affection and beauty. Still some sadness floats among these words, but the coming of Autumn, the tears of this gorgeous season will wash everything clean again and allow the butterflies to live forever...in your heart. Very special was this one this morning. It touched me softly and deeply. Amazing Frieda.

Yes, I cut and pasted what Jack wrote, because I wholeheartedly echo the sentiment. And he's so much better at this kind of thing. Besides you should read it again.

What an amazing write, so beautiful, magical, and crafted beyond superb.

[Kelly Scheppers]

"Tears flow through the abysmal depths
drowning amidst sorrow of yesterdays
where the grass remained splendor
and the uncaged birds still sang"

I can only aspire to write with such brilliance, such clarity! Beautiful, Frieda!

[Angel]

And isn't it wonderful to know that, underneath the frozen winter snows, there is warmth...and that butterflies do live forever...
This is a wonderful piece, Hun...and I am comforted by it.
Thank you...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

there will always be warmth...because the memory of loved ones can always warm our hearts, even as we deal with the pain of the loss...there is always spring. paradise will rekindle, and butterflies never do die.

wonderful imagery in here.

[Adam Whitworth]

yes this is a nice strong piece but slightly garbled in places

[MikeV]

Frieda you write so beautifully! :) When you publish a book i want a copy (autographed of course)
:)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

First off I just love these lines...

in the equinox of dark moons
stirs the discontent of seasons change
after the ice of winter thaws
there will always be warmth

Such a deeply emotional piece, you really laid your heart out there and exposed the pain, takes a lot of guts.
A beautifully melacholy poem.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Taz, after a while, it's not guts anymore, the words just fall from the pen whether I like it or not....x

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Still admire your boldness.

[Frieda P]

Awh thanks my sweet friend, that means a lot...