Thursday, November 30, 2017

Reflection

Frouzins – November 2017



Days are shorter,
summer’s voice is softer.
Green chlorophylls return
to their brown towns of branch, cities of trunk,
leaving the pigments of red and gold
to occupy their now vacated
summer holiday accommodations.

I circumnavigate the lake
wishing for myself its calm acceptance –
unruffled surface waters –
in contrast to my many nightmares –
of destiny, of school examinations,
of conflicted family of origin,
of the distant cosmos.

Autumn: medium of quiet messages,
but the dark mantras of winter
overpower its liturgy.
True, pines keep their needles but our tragedy,
our shame – we of the genus deciduous
is we shed our leaves, hibernate,
then one morning we do not wake.




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