As we move towards the end of the year, we often find ourselves in a state of reflection. With the chilling of the air and the color fades from the leaves, winter calls to us to make ready.
As I watch my garden and all it’s inhabitants prepare for winter’s slumber, my thoughts drift and sway much as the gentle breeze. This had given me a thought, and then I started writing. From that reverie came this poem/prose.
by Susan Cooper
The wind stirs them.
They sway and move with grace.
Dressed for the ball.
Waving both hello and good-bye.
We’re drawn in, captivated by their beauty.
Time is fleeting as the ball continues.
The wind sighs and then the final wave,
Announcing the end of the ball
The light grows deem, color fades.
They sway, they move, they fall ever so gently.
The ball has come to a close.
Color fades with a final sigh.
As slumber begins.
Someone asked me why write poetry on an occasional basis. I hadn’t really thought about that until the question was posed. My answer was simple. I write a poem when it appears, and it only happens on a rare occasion. I do hope that when it does appear that it resonates with you in some small way.
So what are your thoughts about this time of year? Is it a time you reflect? What is it you like the most about this time of year?
Life’s journey continues…
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