Saturday, October 22, 2011

Melody of Hope





There’s a lonely sort of pining in the quiet dawn of fall
When the green and crimson awning of the autumn tree is null
As, in thought we place a kiss upon the meek and weathered stance
Of this brave, forlorn battalion stripped of glory and romance

Yet, the oak retains its grandeur though its vesture warms the sod
There’s a raw and naked splendor in this mighty work of God
Like a forest in an acorn or a warrior in the womb
The redolence of late autumn succors promise in its tomb

There’s a winsome sort of sadness in the silent autumn’s eve
Amplified by absent cricket-song and percussion of leaf
As the wind in rising dissonance tosses the pine-tree spire
In rehearsal for performances of chilling repertoire

Yet, within its melancholy note a stirring passion grips
The tender ache within our throat and restless fingertips
For the song of lonely pining and the sorrow in its eye
Are the soulful new beginnings of an evening in July

Janet Martin

2 comments:

  1. Summer is a beautiful season... I find it's hard to take it for granted when you know Autumn frosts and winter snows are around the bend. Still, I like to think all seasons are lovely, in their own way... another thought-evoking poem, Janet ~ thank you!

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  2. Yes, every season is beautiful in its own way, or has certain beauties attached to it. This morning I thought the silence sounded mournful...or maybe it was simply me:) I am not a lover of the snowstorm, esp. since two of my girls now have to drive in it.

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