Marc Mannheimer

(9/9/66 / Cleveland, OH)

In Her Autumn


without trembling,
without resistance,
in the autumn,
every autumn,
year after year,
a tree offers up its living adornment –
that which it has given birth to, nurtured,
and seen transform for the past six months.
and you can see the wisdom of her perfect surrender in her face,
the character lines
of seasons spent living,
giving to Nature,
drawn out across her bark.

And I know a Woman
whose face is deep with meaning,
radiating nature’s beauty,
simple, solid, stalwart.
She gives of her strength and solace
to anyone who approaches Her;

And in her Autumn,
Her dress will fall,
and she will surrender completely
to that which God wills, to that which must come to all.

Submitted: Thursday, December 06, 2007
Edited: Thursday, April 28, 2011

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