An Autumn Leaf And Other Things
Monday, November 5, 2007 by Abhinav
A withering leaf of pale autumn
Is a promise of mirthful spring,
As a prayer sweet and solemn
Does joyous occasion bring.
The wide, wile wings of dark
Bode the dawn of pristine light,
As a distressed lamp does mark
The end of a cruel, fearful night.
The seed that sees a flower wilt
Knows how to send a spur aloft.
The wick that watches wax melt
Seeks to spread a radiance soft.
A mighty river is a little brook
That must grow to reach the sea.
A star is time’s dream that took
Night’s dark deathly refuge to be.
Winds that speak to mountains
Murmur also to lesser leaves.
Rains that visit the brightest lanes
Also pour upon the humblest eaves.
Birds must come home to nest
After soaring the boundless sky.
All flesh must seek eternal rest
When the soul wishes to fly.
Is a promise of mirthful spring,
As a prayer sweet and solemn
Does joyous occasion bring.
The wide, wile wings of dark
Bode the dawn of pristine light,
As a distressed lamp does mark
The end of a cruel, fearful night.
The seed that sees a flower wilt
Knows how to send a spur aloft.
The wick that watches wax melt
Seeks to spread a radiance soft.
A mighty river is a little brook
That must grow to reach the sea.
A star is time’s dream that took
Night’s dark deathly refuge to be.
Winds that speak to mountains
Murmur also to lesser leaves.
Rains that visit the brightest lanes
Also pour upon the humblest eaves.
Birds must come home to nest
After soaring the boundless sky.
All flesh must seek eternal rest
When the soul wishes to fly.
A really beautiful poem. Nicely written.