always

 

always

 

the trees extend

love is a whisper of leaves in a breeze

and then the roots

die in drought

wildfires pummel the army 

of wooden soldiers

 

there is no growth in autumn

just colors preceding the balance

between life and death

summer and winter

 

goodbye is a hard word

even if it is just a soft rustling sound.

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/22/23

Reviews

[W. Barrett Munn]

With leaves aloha might be more apt with its twin meanings and leaves promise to return.

Winston

[jacob erin-cilberto]

they promise, but cannot always fulfill that promise.
j.

[DIVYA]

Goodbyes always hurt, in any form and shape and decibels. We are conditioned to hold onto things, even if dead. The imagery is softly enchanting, the message is touching. Such a beautiful poem, my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Things and people...we really do hold on.
Thank you, Divya,
j..