Density

Rooted in rising aspirations
Left alone in a field of dread
Autumn glimpses of
Winter wind skies
Whither the harvest
of withering drive
Whether twas worth it
To be so alive
Standing silent
beside fruited seeds
Steadfast and set
in his ways

Reviews

[Nan]

This has the feeling of winter and one who is encapsulated in beliefs that
might be dying. I see spring and new growth, imagine that! Thanks for sharing
Don.

Nan

[Sel Whiteley]

This is truly beautiful, it made me cry, again it shows your mastery of describing landscape simultaneously with the human condition. You really capture the determination of a man and that line:

Whether twas worth it
To be so alive

Reminds of the gradual sadness that creeps into Wordsworth's writing from 'Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive' to the utter futility he later saw. The use of Autumn and Winter to show the emotions. Every word of this is just perfect, simply awe-inspiring...