The other day I bicycled off the beaten track through a
trail in a farmer’s field. It was so tranquil; the silence like a hymn, the
atmosphere a paradox of hunger and satisfaction.
The rush of you embracing me
Is autumn’s keen
Reality
The beautiful and bittersweet
Fall like gold leaves
At my feet
Behind me tender echoes flow
Before me hope
And hunger glow
The whisper of your lips is kind
Soft fingertips
Against my mind
The rolling landscape of the past
Shapes memories;
I hold them fast
Love paints its precious, priceless art
To fill the walls
Within the heart
The rush of you embracing me
Blends agony
And ecstasy…
…where life demands tender release
Ah, this is love’s true
Masterpiece
© Janet Martin
My daughter told me last night when she looks out at all the
autumn beauty, she is so totally happy and so completely sad…yes, me too.
Dear Janet
ReplyDeleteYour daughter's comment and your poem perfectly capture the nuances of fall.
A rewarding read - thanks.
Thank-you Mosk:)
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