A Little Death
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Vera Buhl
Leaves, Bodenheim, Germany
they dance in their way
moving to rhythms
deeply embedded
in messages carried by sap
stung by autumn's latent kiss
they die the little death
mourned by grub and weevil
as blood dances upon
withered leaves
crimsoned,
an italic
upon a plate
of copper
etched
and i,
festooned in their garb
shed my worry
as they do theirs
each to a small sleep
predetermined
a book of changes
wrought
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013
forgive my absence. November is being usurped by Nanowrimo--
The changing seasons, the loss of leaves, the browning of all the colors...ah, autumn. Love it. :) I love the imagery, especially the line, "as blood dances upon withered leaves crimsoned..." - so, so poetic. xo
ReplyDeleteHey Cyndi--Thank you for stopping by!
DeleteThis is beautiful, Audrey. If only we could shed our worry as easily as trees shed their leaves and plants shed their blossoms... If only we could be SO accepting of the way life is!
ReplyDeleteThank you Mary. I am always a bit introspective this time of year--as are you I think. I loved your piece today.
Deletea beautiful poem. oh that small sleep. We are on a similar wavelength today, i think, with nature changing all around us.
ReplyDeleteWe were most definitely on the same wavelength--your piece was stunning
DeleteChanges are inevitable be it in season or in life :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Vandana!
DeleteThis was a delightful poem to awaken to. I really enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteThank you Liz!
DeleteI do believe you were mentioned in my blog yesterday and for a good reason....your poetry is exquisite.
ReplyDeleteThank you Bill!
DeleteOh! How beautiful those small temporary deaths are, and how good of Mother Earth to commemorate them in her garb and turning.
ReplyDeleteHi Susan! Thanks!! Hope all is well with you!
DeleteJust lovely, especially enjoyed the last few lines, so true. :<)
ReplyDeletehey you...sorry i missed you earlier this week....smiles..a lovely poem audrey...good to see you as well..i hope that november lightens up for you....
ReplyDeleteAudrey,
ReplyDeleteThis is the season of certainty, with nature leading its natural direction. Sad to see the fallen leaves, yet the colours enhance the season. Spring not too far beyond.
A lovely poem Audrey:)
Eileen...
Lovely Audrey.
ReplyDeleteI think about how wondrous Mother Nature is as she allows the beautiful colored leaves of autumn display, fall then feed our beautiful spring blossoms; such a bold plan for perpetual beauty!!
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