Tag Archives: death

Poem: A Leaf Falls Prematurely

27 Oct
My Backyard in Fall

My Backyard in Fall

I watch your pretty colours turn’d
As I fear’d, they’re premature
I hang in a future stark and clear
And your palate I endure

For in the gentle, rustling green
Of leaves against the wood
I sense you slight stem’s tenuous grip
Not holding as it should

So long we’ve sat here, side by side
Swaying in the breeze
What awaits as your stems separates
I cannot embrace with ease

I watch you now, past breakaway
In your slow and graceful fall
Though long have I foreseen this end
I could not this end forestall

Would that it were different, though
Our fall together won
We’d turn with one another
And descend in unison

Our final journey; we’d confide
In soft flight, devoid of sound
We’d descend in silence, side by side
Then together upon the ground

Yet I watch you arc, obliviously
I pain, and do not know
Whether you’ll fall straight beneath me
Or away, should some wind blow

Your slow decent continues
My heart, I fear it grieves
For I rest here, one of many
Alone amongst the leaves.

 

 

Poem: The Hourglass

20 Oct

 

When I was but an innocent child

Through naive eyes the world I’d see

So little of life had I compiled

With a hungry mind, and in nature mild

The hourglass seemed so big to me

It sands flowed from infinity

Then came the boundless drive of youth

The less I knew the more I learned

My days were far too short, in truth

And night’s embrace I’d try to spurn

Too soon the hourglass would turn

There came the day where I, the man

Held this world under my thumb

As I bathed in the radiant mid-day sun

Oh! The time – how quick it ran

But not how fast did fall the sand

The hourglass, though years it span’d

Did turn so fast as if it spun

As the hourglass is new

Its asymmetry too well I know

For atop, the grains, they are so few

Each one falls within my view

And adds to the loose pile below

My life ebbs, and the pile, it grows

A long, rich life now in review

As the hourglass my last sand bestows