no longer hospice for transfigured death of leaves
limbs…bare raked…transmogrified by wind and sleet,
line etch against gray smearing blur of winter sky
all gathering into… like suppression of a breath
a withholding …latent…dormant through the
binding and the blinding of pale moratorium
as if dense curtains close the ending of Act Two
when a yellow orange red plot falls destined into stop
when nothing can be done…intermission and suspend
when deep green urge awaits the fusing of the sun,
for we’ve read the story…know the stages in
the play…sense inevitable shift…abide waiting
and show patience…and know seasons change that way
Artwork by Vincent van Gogh, 1887
21 thoughts on “no longer hospice for the leaves”
Bonnie your poem is exquisitly beautiful. Smiles…>KB
Reblogged this on A Mirror Obscura, and commented:
An exquisite poem should be shared with many. >KB
Deeply grateful to you, KB.
Reblogged this on Philosopher Poet with Dreams and commented:
Beautifully crafted poem.
That you should find it so…makes me very glad.
I love this. This is absolutely, beautiful. Thank you for sharing this, my friend.
Then, you are most welcome, and I appreciate your kindness. Smiles.
So vivid! A true work of art!
You know your comments are exceptionally important to me, Nancy. Smiles.
The images in this poem are so vivid, Bonnie. You’ve brought the bleakest days of winter into sharp focus. I love the phrase, “Gray smearing blur of sky…” Lovely.
Know I value your comment, Sally. Especially, it’s good to know when certain lines resonate. Smiles.
Very dense! Loved getting lost in the foliage of words.
I appreciate your description of your experience and the thoughtfulness in your comment. Smile.
Into the small sleep….gorgeous!
Winter has its own bounty. I’ve been enjoying your Sturbridge Village photography and Christmas tree on the lake photos. I appreciate the cold you endured to capture the beauty.
Lovely dear. We never realize more dearly that which we are losing until we realize we have less left.
Insightful, kind friend.
Well, maybe, but neither as eloquent nor insightful as your poem!
You are a most gracious person…a wonderful quality.
Grateful for yet another great poem
Know I do appreciate your responses. Smiles.