The Wind Blows Poem by Glen Kappy
The Wind Blows
from "While Passing Through"/Fall
Driving to work
I think of a friend
now in hospice care.
Outside on the road
the wind blows dry leaves.
How well you have connected the autumn leaves with your friend in the hospice! A great metaphoric write showing the fleeting nature of earthly existence!
ahh....the irresistible and unmistakable congruity of our lives with the passing of the leaves upon the seasons. Such a powerful metaphor, and one that here so concisely arrests us with our own mortality. Brilliantly captured, Glen!
thanks, neal. the winds of change, of the spirit, and the inevitable desiccation that happens as we age remind us of our vulnerability, remind us to be grateful for what we have, remind us to be aware of our attachments to things that may be blown away. our real home, the place our anchors are firmly set, is not here. be blessed, brother. -glen
A sad poem that relates images in nature to the events in one's life. Written with beauty and caring. Peace.
Hey, Jette! Thanks for reading the poem and your comment. This friend has had a long battle with cancer. It was his decision to stop fighting, trying an experimental treatment that might not work. From what I hear, he's at peace now. -Glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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How well you have connected the autumn leaves with your friend in the hospice! A great metaphoric write showing the fleeting Nature of earthly existence! None can withstand the decay caused by aging!
Thank you, Valsa. This friend has since passed after his prolonged and frustrating struggle with cancer. At the end, when he decided on hospice instead of another log-shot experimental treatment, he was at peace. No, there are forces that are fruitless to resist, and the wind, inextricably bound to spirit in the biblical languages, can take us to better places. -Glen