Spare no lament for the maple leaves
that, defying their impending fall,
play blazing gold and scarlet concerts
bright as Christmas brass in marble halls.
How bold their radiant finales resound
deaf to the sweatered ones below
sweeping death away
with their treble scraping rakes -
raising smoldering pyres of the fallen.
Steamy plumes from cocoa mugs
blend with burning oak and maple wisps.
The rakers chant their own sweet airs,
"The colors surprised this year,
didn't think we'd had the rain."
So spare no lament for the maple leaves
who with jubilant anthems
raised beneath the harvest moon
herald their fall with rainbow alleluias.
I don't often get to see this 'sound blazing gold and scarlet' concert because of our weather down here, but this year has been outstanding, and my camera worked overtime because of my amazement. What a show God puts on, for those lucky enough to pay attention and see it! Beatutiful writing.
There is a gentle irony in this stunning soundscape of autumn with the brave maple leaves pealing their radiant finales on trumpet juxtaposed against scarves and gloved hands and cosy songs about lack of rain. Nature is certainly an inspiration for both poetry and music. And this poem give the reader both, beautifully. love, Allie xxxx
I think your poem has made maple syrup somewhat funereal - for me. Sweet and sad.
The first line is bold and gets my attention and is effective in being repested in the last stanza. Once again your adjectives add so much more action and color as well as your musical metapors. A lot of good imagery. 'doggedly cleaning up after death' is memorable. The use of the quotation works very well. Enjoyable to read.
A great poem with a philosophical content! On the first para itself pages of critical appreciation can be written both by students and lovers of English poetry! -Raj Nandy
Truly beautiful whispers captured in the hand of mother nature. Excellent poem, beutifully written. Melvina
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Leaf music which only the discerning mind and heart can hear. Truly exceptional, Robert. Kindest regards, Sandra