Both signifies the same—
Yet never has death looked so glorious.
Not for nature is the sober apparel,
The sombre laying to rest.
Creation mourns with vivacious gusto.
Creation expresses her grave refusal to slip quietly away…
To lay her soulful body down upon earth’s dusty sod
In mute resignation.
So, with vibrant hues of
Copper reds, burnished golds and
Chestnut browns, she bleeds beautifully,
She expires exultant.
In triumph she shouts:
I may have lived unobtrusively,
But I will die with riotous abandonment.
I will shed my leaves—
The essence of my vibrant nature,
But only because I have
For my future, my destiny.
Do you see my colourful leaves?
Do you feel that cool crisp air?
Can you hear the lullabies of hibernating creatures?
Autumn is here!
Take heart dear one,
For like a phoenix, I will rise again!
Do you believe I’ll live again?
Do you understand I’ll bud and blossom,
And emblazon my creative canvas
Upon your souls once again?
Will you wait patiently –
‘Til I can excite your senses once again…
‘Til I season your colourless lives, once again?
I have a message for you dear reader, dear listener,
An oracle from the God of creation,
A two-word message of hope and encouragement.
And as I speak,
As I sow these creative seeds within your heart,
I trust you’ll open your spiritual ears
And consider keenly what I have to say.
It is simply this – Nurture expectation!
© Carol Hind (December 2018)
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