Best Allegoryautumn Poems


The Plough

How could I have known
That when I opened the creaking gate
Of the field of my life
And invited you in 
To do the necessary work
That your activity would be so painful
And yet ultimately
Bring about a harvest?

Setting your plough
To dig down deep
To turn over
And break up
Almost touching the deep bedrock
Of my soul
Revealing me in all my created 
Rawness.

Leaving me exposed 
Rich pickings for hungry gulls
Whilst all that I had previously
Thought worthwhile
Is torn from its root
Dies
And is re-interred
In the soil
Of my life

Now I lie open and naked
As my neat furrows are
Rained upon
Reduced
Frozen
Broken down
Emptied of all former life
Waiting

Then one day
The returning sun of your love
Gently warming
O'er lengthening days
Begins my re-awakening

Precious seed is sown
In prepared ground
Watched over
Anticipated
And the Autumn pain
Brings life
And hope.

No More Seen

Eyes have closed
     The yard is empty now 
    except for a few 
            memories
   lying captured in the grass
  like flies in a spider's web 
       You'll never forget 
   the lazy summer days
      of the bright colors of an 
        autumn evenings 
        spent here 
                amidst the grass
   and the fallen leaves 
        Silence 
           and a thousand
        tears cannot assuage 
        the pain 
       Sweet companionship 
        gone now 
          Conversations and 
       unanswered questions 
         gone into "the animal soup of time"
     They've cut down the 
            old cherry tree
     and my heart died with it

Cycles

Every time he loves
Flowers travail
From courtship to marriage
He leaves a trail
Of dead blossoms.

Every I go to war
Flowers and children wail
Where bombs fall from magma rain
From seared and blownout foxholes
There is a dead trail
Of flowers on bumps of graves

Every time we make love
Flowering you
I die to become a spat of blood
Emotions slithering back
To the crinkled autumn tree
With the dead bud of spring.


Time

Did you watch the sun arise from its slumber;

Were you there to watch the birds take flight

At the first sign of mornings light.


How do you live, feeling just okay.

Is each day nothing than the air you breathe.

Have you ever seen the autumn leaves swaying in the wind.

Do you ever put your mind at ease.


When was the last time you were still,

Listening only to the silence.


As the sun returns to its slumber

Do you ever count the number of shimmering stars

Glistening in the night sky.


Do you ever wonder why?

Why is it the world tells you one thing,

But you feel it should be the other way around.
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