Echoes No 3: In Early Fall.2018. Poem by Daniel Brick

Today is a nondescript day
in early Fall. It is not a day
that will inspire a Nature Poem,
or any poem of merit. A carpet of
fallen green leaves covers
the pale green of the lawn. Both leaves
and grass seem exhausted by their abundant
life throughout summer, and are resigned
to an early death or a long sleep until
spring. I felt this lassitude in nature
invade my soul and pull me down all day.
I felt a kind of despair in the midst of
this season of harvest and decay. Why did
the negative side of the season overwhelm
its positive elements? Then I read your poem
which names "Love" seven times, and each time
I heard your voice speak that blessed word
I was lifted out of my melancholy. Or rather
I became one with the poem, and both hope and
happiness mingled in my heart, and a day I had
considered lost found its proper identity
as a time we shared in a flight of delight.

(This poem is a response to Baharak Barzin's poem, "Can You
Ever Feel My Feelings.")