AUTUMN IN A MINOR KEY**
It’s a lonely march to winter
Lamentations rend the air
for lives lost too soon like leaves
prematurely drummed out by the rains.
The river flows like an old man
lost in his solitude
shuffling to the unbroken rhythm
in minor key that aches for an ending.
Emptied spaces stretch above and below
inviting the song of the keening wind
while dead leaves pool on the ground
and skeletons reach for the heavens
offering all in them has remained
and still, bequeathing the world their wisdom –
The meditation of life
does not end in a grave.
I saw POETS UNITED’s midweek motiff on my FB Feed. Since it is about Autumn and I need a little outlet to vent some frustration, I thought I had to write inspired or not. I did not know where I was going but I liked that ‘lonely march to winter’ bit because I did not feel so upbeat when I began writing the poem. Happy midweek everybody! 🙂
**The title is based on the suggestion of LuAnne Holder. Thanks, LuAnne, for the lovely suggestion. 🙂