Esperance
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Pick-A-Title, Vol 38
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Written on August 13, 2023
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“The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gathered up gold, And now he is dying…Old age, begin sighing.”- Thomas Hood
In the amber hues, kissed by scarlet
Soothing whispers in laughing hearts,
Music, trembling blues – skies vibrating
Cool as the crisp, clear mornings – sunlight
Rising through the heavens, erasing the past
Making a way for the present, tempting
Away the dark with reflections of autumn
Trusting stardust dreams, harmonies
Taking away the melancholy and painting
Promises, precious silence, solitude –
In the thoughts, blazing in flames of glorious
Sensitivities, gold and tangerine –
Caressing the mountains, the leaves
Tender like prayers who are prayed by hearts
Who know grief, mourning …
This is the autumn’s touch, it’s promises
Preparing the spirit for snowflake
Guarantees, stirring the very breathe with
Sentimentality, intimate sighs
Released by the clear afternoon,
Reflecting on rivers of laughing sprays,
Spattering gushes of wet whimsey,
Abiding in the songs played out in directions,
Unheard of moments healing the past,
Silencing gentle colors, golden moments -
Mysterious shadows, silhouettes of praise
Stirring up hope in flashes, betrayed
By the winds, the storms abiding in the heavens,
Winds of change, winds of grace –
Forever in a chance – a tender embrace
The leaves dance, singing through the oaks
Pines lifting branches to the skies,
Pirouetting, swaying with the curving gales,
Blowing like the trembling ache, the heart
Who grows wistful at the sight of –
Rain blessing, rain racing across the twilight,
Hastening past stars, quivering in the soft
Nocturnal, singing – bruising the darkness
With a feeling, gentling the dusk,
Assuring the past there is a moment coming,
A blessing, pure and innocent, reaching
Beyond the mystery of stardust,
Into the wonders of faith, belief auspicious
Like the sun, humbling the spirit
With kindness, glowing like the murmur
Beneath the gurgling brook, slowly
Reflecting all the marvels, the truths
Singing, risking each melody with hope
Oaks and birch, pines in emerald hues
Rake the night with branches,
Naked from the cold, who is brisk
And pierces the thoughts with a stabbing
Loneliness, aching to be hushed,
Flowing like the river’s liquid blessings,
Revealing the floods who once believed
They could test the earth and the laurels,
Paint the ground with thick, murky
Fingers, requesting the beautiful to come
Away – panting like the shadows,
In pain, wounded by the flashes of lightening,
Thunders booming loud, shouting
To the heart who knows this is a storm
Who remembers only to appreciate
The lingering need, the wanting that is lonely,
Yet can achieve more with its imperfect
Truth than most can accomplish with years,
Time being the emotion needed –
To teach the autumn to give, to bestow
All its leafy memories with blessings,
Beautiful and tender – blessing the spirit
And the season, with lasting affection,
The season of peace, penetrating peace
Serenity in the stillness, and calm in the colors –
Tempting tranquility forever bustling
With quiet richness from the magnificent
Ache of an autumn who heals, fulfills, hallows…
The season of sincerity – the season of soothing
The season of God’s remembrance, His gift
To the spirit who needs sanctifying – blessings
Autumn’s revelation – clear, cool harmony
Graceful and believing, the heart is receiving
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2023
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