Crimson Reverie
Friends send word
that it’s a stellar
autumn back home,
punctuated with pics
of unimaginable
flushes of perfect
color, ringing against
deep blue skies,
nudging my heart
to impossible
yearnings…
For long luxurious
walks scented
by Nature’s turning,
the poignant musk of
her full fruition,
apricot and crimson
ablaze with sunlight,
her dazzling glow
embracing me,
bending my mood
and contemplation.
Whoever could feel
tired or defeated
on such days?
I felt naught
but goodness and
rightness on these
halcyon treks,
Nature teaching me
the natural way
of everything –
It is not death,
but a tender
“see you later”,
only to rise up
again, transformed
in sweet green,
bidding me “hello”,
begging me to
walk and talk
of possibilities,
plans, the rebirth
of everything,
including me.
But just for awhile,
how my heart longs
to stroll once again
‘neath that crimson.
Eternal Rhythm
The golden leaves fall,
fearing not the decay of
a coming winter.
Death is essential
to the renewal of life –
All will spring again.
If each in nature
can feel this simple rhythm,
so can humans too.
Why do we resist?
Our fears overshadow the
truth of our being.
But the fall leaves know,
they show us that we too will
green the tree anew.
Both poems are from Soul Journey: The Poetry of Life, © 2023 by Susan L Hart.
And to Canadian readers, wishing you a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend!
Susan L Hart / Author 