Among Falling Leaves

Equinox 2021

 

Clouds reach down to the gray sea,
the waters calm on a windless morning.
Trees begin their slow descent to root
as autumn approaches, birds returning
to the green grass of September rain.
A full moon, orange and bright
marked summer’s close,
time to leave the high branches
and touch the ground once more.
The nights grow long
with solace in the dark
and winter stars rising.
A time to grow quiet
among falling leaves,
listening to earth song
as the tone changes,
melody deepens
and the land sings
in minor chords
the blues of life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reading of “Among Falling Leaves” with music by Jack White


 


9 Responses to “Among Falling Leaves”

  1. Eric Dunn says:

    This is such a beautiful poem! Thanks Don!

  2. Robert Morello says:

    Sitting in BoothBay Maine on a Sunday afternoon in Autumn is a perfect setting for such a descriptive and expressive poem. Thanks Don.

  3. bill dare says:

    Blues of life, indeed. 3Cs, Choice, Chance and Change… it’s all we got in my experience. I Trust others will join us in our Earth blues and effect the Change for our Mother Earth we can make together in a Good Way.

  4. Geoff Tisch says:

    Here in New Zealand earth warms. On every hand, all nature heralds blossom, leaf, and bud. The winter has been kind, enjoyable, and restful. I am so very thankful to remain a living soul through all seasons.

  5. Christina Pivarnik says:

    Gorgeous, as always, Don. Love this changing of seasons—now the downpour of rain washing away summer’s dust, lured inside to cozy up to the fireplace and perhaps listen to the piano’s blues with a lovely glass of cab.

  6. David Banner says:

    Don…so evocative this is! The coming of winter; this poem makes me look forward to it! (smile)

  7. Tom Figel says:

    Don, you are observant and able to describe the beauty of the new season. Thanks.

  8. John Walsh says:

    Thanks, Don. We missed the warmth and encouragement of the harvest full moon for a string of cloudy nights above our back porch, but “Among Falling Leaves” brought that comfort to us. We press onward into the autumn.

  9. Pat Fitzsimmons says:

    You have expressed the essence of the season quite accurately Don, I can feel the change…..

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