This week, we have seen the grand entrance of autumn – the golden queen of harvest, beauty, solitude and softness. The leaves in my home town haven’t started their whirling dance downwards yet, but their colours are glowing more and more, blinding us in sunny afternoons and lighting up the nights. As if fairy lanterns have been installed to add intensity to our narrative.
Several prompt sites have suggested the falling season as inspiration. One is dVerse on Tuesday, another is Poetic Asides with its Wednesday prompt. Despite the plenitude of poems I have penned (and penciled) down over the years, I have every intention of giving it a shot.
Fall
I look to see if alleys are deserted.
Tree tops, ablaze with glow,
Wait in silence for the final swirl –
The magic dance of tiny pieces
of their souls,
Tearing effortlessly from the branches
in a wild ballet towards the soil
Where they will stay, transform, and be reborn
To live, and glow, and dance again
Next season of fall.
Then, here is a new rendering of the short poem I wrote a couple of days ago:
**
Oblivious to change,
rhythm of the leaves equalises all souls
in just a sigh, time is of no importance.
**
© 2024, soulmary
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Your introductory lines are so poetic. Love both the poems. The ballet/dance analogy in the first one is perfect and the last line in the second one so profound!
Thanks for giving me feedback. Smiles
Love how we both found the word ablaze for those trees in autumn.
Trees speak to us, it seems.