Friday, October 14, 2022

Two Meditations on Fall


                   I

The blood-red fallen maple leaves

looked as alive on the ground 

as they had on the trees.

 

 If “the past is never past,”

then the dead are never dead –

now is forever in a moment.

 

Hence the admonition, “Pay

attention” spoken through all

time, in all cultures makes sense.

 

There are verities no ideas, dogmas

can dislodge and life-in-death

and death-in-life is one of them.

 

The truth is I love the leaves

on the trees, I love the leaves

on the ground – both beautiful.

 

            II

The furnace running 

is a sure sign fall

is here as well as 

the frost, the fallen,

falling turned leaves,

the days one minute 

shorter from one 

to the other.  And that 

melancholy of the heart,

that sweet sorrow 

for remembered time,

that sweet longing 

for dreams to come true,

that fall into the paradise

of joy and sorrow, 

stories to be told.


-Byron Hoot

 hootnhowlpoetry.com.  


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