There is a God of red leaves and of dying.
He traced dark landscapes on my window pane.
Spare and beautiful the sound of crying
Libations of black coffee, drops of rain.
Old trees clasp limbs, sing poetry together.
I wrap myself in shadows to keep warm.
Clinging to fantastic shapes of weather,
Comforted, still, by lullabies of form.
Yes there is a God, nature all created by God, thankyou so much for such a beautiful read Sandra.--Melvina--
Yes..yes my friend. The atheist is a fraud, for no one is without faith....this fact is absolute!
'Old trees clasp limbs, sing poetry together. I wrap myself in shadows'... most touching lines these, sandra! true...there is a God for leaves both green and red alike...*10*
Sandra I like short poems.Because poem is not story telling.Poem is always multi dimensional.Readers are the judge.10 marks for the 1st line.
Old trees clasp limbs, sing poetry together. I wrap myself in shadows to keep warm. Clinging to fantastic shapes of weather, Comforted, still, by lullabies of form. Love this stanza! It tranquilizes me.
SANDRA, THEY HAVE BUILT A 27 KM LONG HADRON COLLIDER NEAR THE FRENCH & SWISS BORDER TO FIND THAT 'GOD PARTICLE'! YET THEIR SEARCH IS ALL FUTILE, SINCE YOU KNOW THERE IS A GOD, AND SO DO I! ONE CANNOT FIND HIM THROUGH SUCH EXPERIMENTS, - BECAUSE HE IS EVERYWHERE! THANKS FOR SHARING THIS POEM! -Raj
comforted still by lullabies of form....lovely melody and picture mam
yea, there is God for everything! nicely interpreted! fine wording! 10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely write, Sandra.. as usual..great work.. love, Meggie