This Poem Compares Life With The Nature Around Us, Also Love And Loss. Poem by Myrtle Thomas

Straining to Hear a Whisper


what is life without its flower
without the green life of a leaf
or parched lips finding a kiss?

how I've loved the sight of autumn
as my soul laughed at the flying colors
watched them dance in the warm wind
though from far away they detached
leaving my eyes behind.

behind to taste the tears of autumn
and to crush that death underfoot
even forgetting as life hung on high
on the image of a tree left like a broken heart
waving in the invisible wind.

summer and autumn have left like a lover
smiling while walking away and whispering
behind my back.

the earth is parched and withering - waiting
for the tears to fall from the sky - its heart quakes
and rumbles searching for the unmade bed of rivers
I've noticed that time is invisible to the sleeping eye
just as a dream vanishes without a trace.

now enters the cold hand of winter with its aching fingers
screaming at the earth to listen - to bow down to its feet
leaving the ashes of my heart.