First Rays of an Autumn Morning

transcending death

 

I chased the first rays of an autumn morning but to my sorrow when I arrived at the urgent place the sun had already risen breathing a crowning glory of a seasons brilliant splendor alighting the glowing amber of golden woods shining like gleaming constellations of dazzling morning stars... though I desired to find ascendent beauty the ubiquitous glow of transfigured leaves immersed me in a divine chrome... as I traversed the woods, my solitary steps found companionship with a sullen mistress singing a sad rustle of dry fallen leaves and as the drone of cars faded from the receding road I searched myself for courage and found resolve I pondered truth and discovered the wisdom of resolution... yearning  to realize a deeper faith I hiked further up the wooded hill, visiting the gay playfields of my youth and received an epiphany of wholesome closure opening new timeless doors... still questing for more light a prophetic wren whirred a pliant secret into my ear she bespoke a symphony of avian improvisations conversing in a thousand luminous tongues, relating a sonorous elegy teaming with the brightest joys of life raising bold proclamations celebrating a seasons radiance imploring me to join the chorus... though the canopy of the woods still boasted boughs of green the infant hues of spring had run its course the glory of an expiring season strewn on the forest floor covering the mouldering stags inching back into the compost of life breeding blankets of furry moss feeding on the primal organica of seemingly expired flora here, in this darkened moment I realized the transcendent miracle the loam of life incubating churning   in concert with the turn of seasons... to my sorrow I missed the first rays of the morning the first peeks of light a breaking day gracefully bespeaks upon a sleeping earth awoken in new light yet I am filled I am transcendent I am the first ray of an eternal light I am the first ray of my earthen gloaming... on the morrow the best of me is in the marrow of all who loved me and all whom I loved these rays of me will forever rise in an eternity of dawnings

For Joey

Godspeed Beloved

Vaughan Williams:

Lark Ascending

Oakland

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jbm

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Pensive and utterly engaging, a real triumph of a poem and a fine tribute to Autumn.

[riskrapper]

merci madame... this was written for a 54 year old friend dying of pancreatic cancer... i appreciate your engagement beloved... cheers... and keep the good stuff coming Sheema...you gots lots to say and you say it well.....