Autumn Becomes More Murky... Poem by Liza Sud
Autumn Becomes More Murky...
Autumn becomes more murky...
I go to the yard.
Maybe with leaves that are falling
it wil take me and grab?
The birds have now died yet,
and still did not fky away,
So I'm not too late,
to buy a ticket for the train.
Flame of the birch candles,
as pre-winter sick they glow.
The miracle on earth happens
in unexpected Fall.
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn,translation
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5/18/2024 5:09:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
THE MIRACLE ON EARTH HAPPENS / IN UNEXPECTED FALL. But the speaker of this poem is ready for a miracle. This a poem that describes late autumn when the brilliant colors have faded and the leaves fallen. Nature is dying or at least struggling to stay alive. Only a miracle outside of nature can revive its beauty. If I am reading this right, the miracle is already starting. We are witnesses to a subtle sense of the miraculous.