Echoes of an Autumn Rain

Seasons of life; coming full circle.

There was a time, not long ago
when I was shaken from a tree,
and felt the chill of autumn air
divide, confuse and weaken me;
then I was trampled underfoot
like leaves that litter slender trails,
and drew the crude bitstock of earth
among the silty sand and shale.

The fall gave way to winter's rage
that locked me deep in gnarled ice;
while callous winds campaigned at night
I had no voice, no ears, no eyes;
my blood was slowed and carried off
where glaciers score the slate,
and I was cold as arctic air
that blew with gusts of bitter hate.

Then I beheld the birth of spring
and felt a spark ignite within;
I let the sun come over me
with vivid gleam and balmy wind;
I found that I had taken root
despite insipid drifts of snow;
embittered cold had slipped away
allowing me the chance to grow.

As summer glorifies the days
with such a warm, expanding love,
I know that I could not begin
to grow without that light above;
full circle have I traveled now
freed from a grim and frigid plain,
and all I hear through vanquished winds
are echoes of an autumn rain.

Reviews

[JENY]

To befriend nature….
One needs to cherish a special sensitivity towards it..…
By doing so one experiences a special communion with the nature… it is very visible in your lines loved it so much….

[James Paulin]

Your craftsmanship shows in the careful detail of each verse and continuity of the theme. I like the tempo and choice of seasonal rotation. I think you are a lot like me with attention to quality foremost in your mind. That openness to striving for more excellence has helped me along my poetic travels. Very well done.