“Autumn”
Nature’s one demand is change.
Our years like seasons we cannot hold
For Fates align and rearrange.
From green to gold and red, the range
Features a wondrous story told
Of Nature’s one demand of change.
A painted impression from the artistic Mage,
A fractal of the life we hold
While Fates align and rearrange.
Beautiful dying, lovely and strange
The agéd Wisdom, mysteries unfold
For Nature’s one demand is change.
In leafless branches, we seek a sage
To nurture and guide us into our gold
As Fates align and rearrange.
Measuring our days, we alone gauge
Our years like seasons, a sweet story told
Of Nature’s only demand of change
As Fates align and rearrange.—Christina Knowles
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November 3, 2017 at 11:27 AM
Wow. Just sitting with the news of an old friend’s passing and your poem soothes my sad soul. Thank you. Gorgeous.
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November 3, 2017 at 2:18 PM
Thank you for saying so. I’m glad, but I’m sorry so for your loss.
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