Dark Autumn Morning

A Poem By Mary // 11/9/2009

 Between the night and sunrise

The dark is silent

—no birdsong, squirrel-kin chatter—

only the moving, shifting, stirring…

deepening…fading…

fellowship of the trees.

Before the sun-lit wind-song leaf-dance,

Merry façade of joy at fate—

Quiet…feeling…fellowship.

Resigned contentment,

Accepting what has always been,

But at the same time, a struggle,

The desire to hold off a little longer

Against the long unknowing winter.

Smiles without laughter,

Unspoken mutual sympathy

Whispering songs of ancient forests

“We still remember.”

“We will remember.”

Another legend retrieved from the mist,

One more retold

Before the undetermined moment

Slipping into unconsciousness

When the last…

Leaf…

Falls… 

Comments

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Ooo! Eerie. I loved the part "whispering songs of ancient forests/we still remember/we still remember". And the end was great!

Hannah W. | Tue, 11/10/2009

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*sigh* Lovely, Mary. Simply, chillingly lovely. And the end was definately my fave part.

LoriAnn | Tue, 11/10/2009

LOVED it!

LOVED it!

Sarah Bethany | Wed, 11/11/2009

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This was really unique. I think it gave a sensational  look on autumn trees. :) My favorite part was the ending as well.

Mairead | Wed, 11/11/2009

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"Sweet is the love that never knew a wound, but deeper that which died and rose again." - Mother Mary Francis

Ooh, that was awesome. 

Ooh, that was awesome.  Haunting and lovely...  I love the ending, that's the best.

Clare Marie | Fri, 11/13/2009

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