Fall -- A Poem By Margaret
Fall
My artist’s soul exults
In the vibrancy.
The death of the leaves is celebrated
In the brightest colors.
Each step is embedded
In the crunch as the leaves crumble
Beneath my foot.
Soon it will be winter,
But for now,
Let us rejoice in Fall.
So thought-provoking! "The death of the leaves is celebrated in the brightest of colors" -- I love this line. It is such a contrast to how we commemorate death with black. Are we right to do so? Perhaps we should be like the leaves and rejoice in the hope that the deceased are now with God?
ReplyDeleteThank you for this, Margaret! This poem is among my favorites, together with the works of Longfellow and Tennyson.