Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Bidding Autumn Adieu
Two small aspen leaves shudder beneath dawn’s breath.
No longer trim, lovely and round.
Alone and dark from autumn’s light
They hang freely, still open to morning’s light.
A yoked twig, young and thin, holds the travelers
One east and one west, as wheat to chaff
Once spring jewels, now dying out
This twig, a mooring for passage on their sojourn.
Alone, the leaves, dark from autumn’s light
Shudder as if the last tickling of summer sun were eternity
And they, mute witness to life’s ebb, autumn’s weeping rain.
Twinkle faithfully, in dawn’s still candlelight.