There is a single leaf flying
in this my autumn gloaming,
a leaf fluttering light
as if being orchestrated
by your words in flight
rushing to my inner ear;
'I have fallen in love
with another you said.'
My leaf stammered,
swaying in its downward flight
unable to remount the tree,
terrified to crash the ground
suspended forever there
as was also true of your words;
better to not reach my inner ear
better to not have my leaf touch down dead.
Between us all these years
neither war, nor peace;
we existed in the troubled middle ground
purgatoried, unsensed, fluttering, leaf bound
frozen between tree and ground.
Now you have burned our tree down-
lit the leaf and made it flame-
and pulled from under us the very ground.
No matter the dead leaves, the burning tree
no matter the absent ground
these things will
in turn return
for the seasons never-end.
Therefore, I shall take my sip of sorrow
sipped slowly from my Flask of Time
and await
the Spring.
the height of love, the low of lack there, the unbelief of the end.
Poignant, yet full of robust hope. The poem is exquisite in its execution, carries the reader along and arrests them.
A wonderful piece Lonnie, where life forever grows with that special kind of love...that we all need..to be honest....Great work....keep expressing and exploring...you have a wonderful gift with words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes seasons change but never end; there is always a new vista of life. Flask of time is wonderful metaphor that carries lot of meanings. The poem is full of hope and last concluding lines are really beautiful. You have the art to make words worth reading. Best Regards. Naseer