Monday, November 7, 2022

Adapting to November (both literally and metaphorically;)

 


Nov. .PAD Challenge Day 7. For today's prompt, write an adaptation poem.

I've been drinking in the beauty of leaf song lately!




A weekend of wild winds has winnowed its remnant woo💝



Once more the dirge from leafless limbs through barren belfies peals
Summer and autumn’s harvest hymns of fruit and flower shucked
The gardener admires nature’s ardor as it seals
Its promise with a kiss of seeds ‘neath umber furrows tucked

The blush that once bore roses wears the hasting death of day
Desire turns the other cheek and bears dusk’s dogged woo
For nothing in the world can keep time's westward tug at bay
Darling, to keep believing is the best that we can do

Denial is a futile antidote to steadfast truth
Once more the dirge of leafless hymns ignites a ballad, blue
As cornflowers pressed into sky, or eyes of wizened youth
For all that yet remains to try the sighs of me and you

Once more we brave the welkin trace of fingers without form
And will smiles to our faces while the dirge of autumn plays
A breath stealing ensemble that soon takes the world by storm
As stars and diamonds tremble on the prow of winter days

...that cannot faze the hand of He from whom all mercies flow
That cannot thwart the Deity from whence each season brims
That cannot vex the Giver or His grace whereby we go
Aha, Time's timbers quiver with hope's joy in leafless hymns


© Janet Martin




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