Sunday, November 06, 2011

Unsheathing the robe

As the dew drop falls high up from the sky
She changed her pinkish red robe to pale yellow
And in the early morning hours she glistens in joy
When kissed by the golden orbs of the rising sun.


And, she evolves as the shadow shorten in nature's play
The pale yellow robe she cast away to don the bright yellow one
As the shadow lengthens the bright yellow robe slowly falls off too
And another robe is donned, light green in color
Come night as nature climb in time, light green robe unsheathes,
At the height of the seasonal transition tannin gains its way
And give her the last robe of her life in brown before the end of her play.


She knows tannin has arrived and the moment has finally dawn
In the roaring wind with the brown robe she dons
In gentle separation she dances away from the tree
And her dance floats in the air before touching the sod.


In brown, with her midrib, the veins and the netted veins
Naked, she remains a beauty as ever
And, the pride of mother earth swells
Waiting patiently for another leave to touch the sod.




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3 comments:

  1. So often I see the *beyond beautiful* comments that you leave on Camille's blog ~ they always make my jaw drop and go, WoW!! :)

    You have such an amazing beauty and wisdow when you write and now I'm thrilled to see that you have a poetry site!

    This is beautiful writing, indeed! I love the quotation on your blog header banner!

    Best Wishes,
    Fiona :)

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