Friday, October 3, 2014

Fall Leaves

Return, my soul, to your rest,
  for the Lord has looked after you.
                                  Psalm 114                              
                                                                                                                            Google Images

                                                    I am in love,
                                                    with the 
                                                    descending flux:
                                                    smoldering shades of burnt-bronze, saffron- 
                                                    gold, orange-spice, and crimson 
                                                    curling through
                                                    the dusky air
                                                    before they come to settle their fires
                                                    and lay to rest their multitudes,
                                                    burnishing with ember light
                                                    the prayer lamps of saints,
                                                    at last. 


  1. Cynthia, the last lines of this piece are intriguing - "the prayer lamps of saints/at last" - mystical. It resonates and the poem stays with the reader. All the "smokey" words work well together: fire, flux, smoldering, burnt, dusky, burnishing, ember. The "decending flux" is synonymous with the title. Thank you for sharing this moment...

    1. Thank you for your effort, once again, to look deeply into the poem. Your noticing is so insightful. I love how you read and see a work. These days are bringing with them the poems. So grateful for the beauty of God, for you, dear friend!!!

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    1. Thank you Allison!! So glad you stopped by!!! God Bless..