Purpose of Seasons
those left-over leaves
turning as rinds of unchanging
lemon seeds: they must have bathed
the earth’s luminous wonders
like an orchard radiant in
fields of holy pilgrimage,
their veins drop without blame
or flavor of pity as more new
sprouts linger on trunks yellowed
by the kiss of time's seasons,
as birth is to death; laughter to tears
flesh feeding on naked
salty moss leaning on baptismal
roots soaked with a maddened desire
to wake, wake the ever flowing
of midnight birds.
then dying unto the selves,
how flaming in chrome these old leaves
heave of last and bury themselves
into tender streaks of lightened mud,
part ground--part wind… and dusk sings
the break of newborn morn: a funeral
and wedding of such unnamed tenderness,
as the world's purpose bears more cycles .
Regina Riddle's Bible Contest
From Ecclesiastes 3 King James Version (KJV)
3: To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
Additional Verses
2: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant,
and a time to pluck up that which is planted
11: He hath made every thing beautiful in his time:
also he hath set the world in their heart, so that
no man can find out the work that God maketh
from the beginning to the end.
by nette onclaud, new poem
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2014
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