Summer Shedding.

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Autumn musings






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I took a walk through

summer's shedding,

a huge colored quilt

just mother nature's bedding.

for the winter which will

surely be very cold,

when she lies very still

and dreams of a summer

snug and warm from the chill.

I watched May, June, July

and August unfold,

tattered bits of bright color

in colors so bold,

flung high in the air,

then falling in a pattern

far beyond any brilliance

any painting could share,

I delighted in busy

squirrels burrowing

in humus

for the acorns laid waste,

long term food for their stomaches

I once made acorn soup

but it was bitter to taste,

though I boiled for hours,

what I 'd pounded into paste.

and I once dined on leaves

in a moment of famine

maple sugar leaves can fill ya,

but it's the chewing

and the jamming

of such a dry, dinner

into a mouth that begs steak,

they can be sweet as sugar

but I'd rather have had cake.

Then I bent down to

once more affirm my beliefs,

that evolution's a hoax,

just study 10 different leaves,

each one strangely unique

in its patterns and veins,

painted by the great Master,

not something random explained.

Plus the leaves all have purpose,

they shelter tree roots,

from the icy mausoleum

that makes us humans wear boots,

and beneath the thick piles

tiny creatures find warmth

laying eggs, hibernating

till Spring when their reborn.

and from where each leaf tumbles

a tiny bud has been formed,

in hard, brown shell waiting

for the weather to warm,

then new leaves will burst

in a bright vibrant fan

bringing hope to the masses,

bringing green to drab lands.

But for now I go kicking

through a mosaic of color,

feeling just like a toddler,

on a hike with my mother,

and around me some folks

gaze in awe at a man,

In a long leather trench coat,

with some leaves in his hand,

cavorting like a kid

in a body grown past

that wee child inside me

who always gets the last laugh.


Sometimes I get to wishing

that my dying will be

like a fresh fallen leaf,

from my family tree,

leaving little buds behind me

as I fly merrily

from where I've

perched for years,

watching each season flee,

adding much to the world

as I fade quite slowiy

in the winter of death

till I'm no longer me,

and I simply become

fertilizer for trees.


MFB III Productions-(c)-2012

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Petra Vlah 3 years ago from Los Angeles

".... I go kicking/through a mosaic of color/...."

This is a superb way of synthesizing life and its cycles, whether you refer to nature in general or just the human journey.


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always exploring 3 years ago from Southern Illinois

I will never again hate to rake leaves. This is so beautiful..Thank you..

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