In this season of overflowing gutters and frozen butterflies
In this season of skeletal brown leaves rattling in the breeze
this season of cold sleep, dead ferns and sleet
we turn away from the paling sun
and seek warmth in the earth.
A moth lies spread in the wet dirt,
wings transparent and ragged with use.
We heap up dead leaves over dormant cocoons
in this season of arrested decay.
In this season hemlock groves are all that hide
the nakedness of hillsides from the hostile stares
of passing strangers. Look away, like Shem and Japheth
in this pitiless season.
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Sunday, November 16, 2008
In This Season
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3 comments:
An incredible atmosphere of coldness and emptiness, where all that lives shuts down living and merely exists! Beautiful!
Beautiful words to describe a sad season of change.
A wonderfully descriptive poem. Fall is my favorite season as I see it as a time to give back to the earth to prepare for the new growth of spring.
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