Sometimes Miracles Come in Pairs

Every blade in the field – Every leaf in the forest – lays down its life in its season as beautifully as it was taken up. - Thoreau

Image: Curled Autumn Leaf, Ink Pen Drawing by Angus Stewart - pinterest

ratcheting downward

in a royal robe of precious, golden sepia

sheer innocence stiffened and curled

a reluctant, spent maple leaf hit the ground in front of me with a thud

a piece of ousted canopy ushered to the noble gallows

the last holdout from a summer of budding abundance

a cool autumn breeze dragged it across the asphalt walkway in a profound latency of ricocheting relevance

a sort of supreme, shuffling sendoff

all this in but the blink of an eye

it seemed like a fallen reign of forever

an eternity unfolding in front of me

i being no worse for the wear

each of us clinging to faith

each shedding a lone, invisible tear

both of us from a single sacred spore

and they say there aren't any miracles anymore

Author's Note

“The whole tree itself is but one leaf, and rivers are still vaster leaves whose pulp is intervening earth, and towns and cities are the ova of insects in their axils.” - Thoreau

Reviews

[Amber Stone]

Epic poem, Pete!! so magical and colored, so vivid! thanks for sharing it! cheers, Amber

[Pete]

thanks amber. i just can't seem to escape autumn's capture ... :)

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Autumn does inspire and move many to beautiful prose and poetry. I so enjoyed this remarkable image that pays homage to my favorite time of year. Excellent work Pete. Plus I love the music of Carlos Santana.

[Pete]

thanks carlos. keep well ... :)