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Autumnal

I gaze upon these leaves which once were green,
adding such splendour to the verdant scene;
Firm in their footings, dancing in the breeze,
flirtatiously carousing at their ease;
Unthinking and uncaring of the truth,
blind in the callow ignorance of youth.

Then for a fleeting rhapsody of time
they seem to find a majesty sublime.
Fiery red robes and crowns of russet gold
create a sight so wondrous to behold.
Their whispered conference, so wise, so sage;
until the season turns another page.

Their beauty fades, as each must close his term,
brittle and ageing, crumbling and infirm;
Shivering in the chill when North winds blow,
yielding themselves before the Winter’s snow.
Crimson and gold give way to sodden rust,
and finally returns to earthly dust.

Reflections in the corner of my mind
regard that cycle, and myself I find.
In youthful stride, I swaggered down the street,
tasting each maiden, finding life so sweet.
Blind in my folly, throwing love away
content to know I’d love another day.

Maturing then, and with no hesitation
striding the path which led me to my station.
Discoursing there, with tongue so erudite
on ceaseless ways to put the world to right;
While other heads would nod, or disagree.
Voices that met in muted harmony.

But Time’s relentless mill stones slowly grind.
Brittle the body, ageing is the mind.
Is life to be so temporal and brief?
Will joys succumb, and sorrows meld with grief?
Until the cycle falters, and I must,
like Autumn leaves, lie crumbling in the dust.

Submitted: Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, January 29, 2014


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A reflection on Life's cycle.

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  • Valerie Dohren (2/13/2014 5:35:00 PM)

    Spring progresses to Autumn, and we all follow the same journey - youth to old age, when the cycle comes to completion. Another excellent poem Thomas, you never disappoint.

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  • Anthony Di''anno (2/12/2014 3:54:00 AM)

    Beautifully painted Thomas. Reminds me of the Sinatra song '... and now I look at my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs. From the brim to the dregs, it poured sweet and clear. It was a very good year.....'
    A lovely poem.

  • Elena Sandu (2/2/2014 6:38:00 PM)

    What a wonderful poem, thank you for share! Yes indeed, out of all seasons the gorgeos autumn will push our feet to run faster through past, present and future times.

  • Anthony Burkett (2/1/2014 3:20:00 PM)

    A wonderfully written composition in rhythmic verse... illustrating life with a comparison to the seasonal changes brought on by nature's cycle... and reminding us that all things on Earth have a single common thread. Touché, Sir Poet!

  • Joseph Anderson (1/30/2014 3:00:00 PM)

    With much use of metaphors, similes and rich imagery you have created a classic write. Very,
    very good and telling. A great reflection on life in the autumnal days

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