As unforgiving
nature may appear sometimes,
autumn leaves return...
*
As my soul nears it's journeyed winter resting place
memories of past seasons are thoughtfully traced
footpaths that were traveled which gladdened my heart
grateful of the spring which gave me my start
Honeyed by the bee's attracted too sweet nectar
strengthened by the breeze of Nature's mentor
sweet song of birds adjoining trickling brook
was an opening to me of an Earthly book
Scripted purpose...symbolic in every sign
my soul's perseverance willingly resigns
to the ebb 'n flow of universal currents
energizing forces resolutely meant
Joyful guidance toward long awaited embrace
opportunity beckons,Heaven's consoling face
as our Earth...the nursery of the soul,
proper attention paid,then reimbursed with gold
Summer's sun producing autumn fruit
bountifully doled from beginning roots
gestures solemnizing eventual union
Spirits agape fulfilling another aeon....
Dead autumn leaves my shroud of love decayed
Then winter snow my frozen coated heart
I built my lonely hall, with walls so tall,
Then hid deep down, beneath the ground sans sound
This lone, which I called home was so forlorn
Hospital hell, my self-made get well cell
Dried clay forest fires flames dance dark descends
Light strikes new roots waterfalls asunder
Dawn cracks in dark, new buds of light shoots through
My thawed out heart, it dares to dream new hope
I hum a song with guilty cautious joy
My eyes smile bright of peaceful open tunes
Spring snowdrop crops to heaven clouds protrude
And Summer showers, bring rainbow beams alive
07/04/2010
will i see you in the spring?
will your hair still look like
caramel
or...
will i see you in the summer?
when the spin of gold
rushes thru the threads
will it be in the autumn summer
when the deer are marking
their tracks...
or will the winter freeze
your heart...
and i will never see you again
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.