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this autumn
by David R Spellman
the beauty of your death
assaults my eyes,
somehow gently comforts
my own pending demise
as your life-force withdraws
and into multi-colors bleed
I am left in awe
of nature’s planted seed
the greenleaf changed
into amber gold
or tinted orange and red
hues so bright, so bold
with scarlets deeper
than finest wines
and wrapped throughout
a lace of creeping vines
no russet tones in the mix
could I describe as drab
for even these in the final stage
my eyes and heart do grab
when winds of change (which always come)
sadly sweep this world away
I’ll remember autumn’s glorious fall
knowing re-birth will come one day
but for now this season of your dying
fills me with wonder, there’s no denying
how it attracts my thoughtful gaze
even more in my own shortened days
10/26/2006 Posted on 10/29/2006
Copyright © 2024 David R Spellman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/29/06 at 09:24 PM Hi David. Like this very much. "I’ll remember autumn’s glorious fall" is a wonderful line. Your final stanza bring this poem to a ponderous conclusion. Thanks. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/30/06 at 01:17 AM Just plain beautiful! A marvelous analogy really! Lifts ones spirits! |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 11/01/06 at 01:15 AM May it be a long time before you reach your autumn Dave. Great poem...Charlie |
| Posted by Jacki M Butler on 11/02/06 at 11:22 PM This is a beautiful poem David |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 11/05/06 at 02:19 PM Beautiful. |
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