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Season's Lilt
by Alison McKenzie
Foliage adorned in
Fine Autumn regalia
Dance on the edge
Of Winter’s breath,
Surrender to their little deaths,
Swirl in Spirit’s zephyrs,
Crisp and crumble,
Return to nourish the soil.
Death is part of the passage;
Emergence part of the rite;
Rebirth just a pinpoint of light
Toward our journey on.
I am Autumn’s edge,
Dancing sprite
Leapt into my lover’s
Sturdy branches,
Secured by fated stem
And seasons disarranged.
Winter lurks, tardy;
Wiry wisdom sneaks
Into the strands of my youth,
Exposes the years
I’d hidden in the pockets
Of my genes.
O Death, dear and sweet,
If I should find myself
Unfettered thus
And fallen to the soil,
Whisk me frozen
To Winter’s glory
Of hush and blankets,
White against moonlit glitter.
10/05/2012
Author's Note: Pic is one of my fractal-art creations.
Posted on 10/05/2012
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 10/05/12 at 06:07 PM Ali, every single time I don't think that you can write another magical piece, you manage to surprise me. I'm so cowed and awed at your artistry in this piece. WOW. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/06/12 at 01:00 PM Worthy seasonal capture, Ali, with all the right elements used to maximum effect. Excellent, colorful artwork to accompany also. |
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