The Black Blossoms Of Autumn Poem by callan mchugh

The Black Blossoms Of Autumn



And so come the black blossoms of autumn
In spring the sun rose, and in summer it shone
And those that prepare for the cold winter coming
Are those that will live through the thaw

In the rebirth there were four
And the communism of religion kept it so

And as the pigeons fly above the forest, searching for worms
We that know and understand more, dive without hesitation
And dig under those dark, despicable petals
For we know what ancient wonder lies under the mud

And so then there was five, and then double that
Anthropy became homophony, and homophony became polyphony

And so those of us birds that explore the ground
Rather than soaring on the false highs of nostalgia
Realise the beauty of the trees lies in the trunk and the branches
Rather than the flowers, and the blossoming petals

Saint Matthew became saint Francis of Paola
And the inventions of the deaf and the tormented alike became far more colourful

And when the sun shines on the flowers
Its cold fires become part of a dark sphere
And those that remember what the sun once looked like
Are those that will preserve it’s legacy

The world started to split, and the tremors of creativity had their way
Like the planes of mirrors from 1915, they represented exactly what was happening

And so as I behold the mighty oaks and ferns and they have become
I realise the sun will set for winter, I cannot change the seasons
All I can do is hold onto that which I find most precious in this life
And hope that I will live to see the next spring when it comes

And as if it were my lover, I'll stare into those two dark suns
And be carried away by the thermals from those icy fires

Softly, into sweet, sweet oblivion

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