Autumn's Song of the Soul

Flowers climb hills into rills spilling wonder

Silences thunder with nature’s applause

Oh, what is man that such infinite grandeur

Lavishes visage with plumed o-o-o-o-h-s and a-a-a-a-a-a-h-s

Borne on a breeze that strips trees in its laughter

Surges a sonnet that startles thought’s ears

Caught in the middle of before and after

Now siphons moments into gathered years

Time is a tempest; man, blessed with its mercy

By He who ordains its four-season sweep

Sorrow is love in Time's most sacred beauty

Manifested in the tears that we weep

Death broods, woos woodlands back to earth; the hour

Of that transition to its birthplace, dust

Whets an awareness to savor the flower

As all life approaches this severing Must

Oh, be not bitter, this come-hither calling

Touches the air like a harp tunes The Whole

Soft, to the tempo of autumn’s leaf falling

A Maestro composes the song of the soul

© Janet Martin

 Today my heart is like a happy-sad waterfall as I clean out the garden...

 

Well, I pulled out the cabbage, peppers and tomatoes...

...but when it came to pulling out the flowers I just couldn't do it!

so I didn't ;-)