Sunday, September 10, 2017

Poetry Sunday ~ Autumn's Score

Rev. 22:2 “In the midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month: and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.”


Autumn’s Score

One by one they fell 
Lifeless where once alive
No more life in hell
From the tree, they dive.

Spiraling without sound
Swept away by wind
Falling to the ground
The veins therefore rescind

Leave the tree so bare
Vitality now within
Gone without a care
The barren knows no sin.

Stoic bark and beauty
Asleep the life no more
Thumbprint lasting duty
Spring is autumn’s score.

4 comments:

NurseArtist said...

My favorite time of year: just when all the hardwoods are turning color, turning the world into a kaleidoscope. The crispness in the air leaves me with a sense that something momentous is about to occur. The sky turns blue, alternating with gray and sometimes a little green or purple, the water has white caps, and the carpet of leaves looks inviting to just lie down and take a short nap. I love fall.

joni said...

I agree 100%! This is the most beautiful season. Even nature takes a rest. :)

The brisk winds and cooler temps, no AC, open windows. Ahh, yes... I love fall!

benning said...

Pretty! 'Course ours are mostly still green! :D

joni said...

You mean the ones that are still there?

Be safe, buddy! It should be almost over. Almost.

<3 *bighugs* <3