Another provocation
The quiet, leaf-green clouds of summer
Give way to the glorious red-orange-gold
Nightgowns of Fall.
But Winter strips those rainbow colors,
Leaving naked the dark branch-threads against the sky,
A Film Noir of black and white.
Threads so cold and bare
Death seems to be upon them,
Waiting for the Resurrection of Spring.
They say that “Only God can make a tree”,
And bring it back to life.
But why can’t He,
Do that for me?
Love the 'Nightgowns of Fall' line. It would make a good title for a poem. I suppose humans have always longed for immortality-it seems to be hardwired in us. I take comfort in knowing that nothing ever really dies; it just changes to something else.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another winner Fred.I just love it when a dreamscape is painted with words.This one is exceeding lovely. By the way, I don't believe god can't do this for us I believe he won't.I believe he hates our guts.We are a project run seriouly amok. Ngaio Beck