Poetry Series: Seasons
As we continue on, here’s part 2 of my poetry series entitled “Seasons”. You can read all about it and catch up by reading part 1 (Summer) here.
For many, there’s something unsettling about the fall season. The chill in the air makes some of us want to stay in doors and prepare to hibernate like bears while others seem to bask in the brisk breeze. While writing this I thought of the trees dying and it reminded me of death and how the feeling is similar to those chilly autumn mornings. Dark, cold and lonely. Unlike the trees that are sure to reappear in the spring, when human lives are lost they are gone in the physical forever. But, I don’t think I truly believe in death. I don’t think anyone ever really dies, just becomes reincarnated into a different form of energy. My great grandmother passed away a few years ago and I can still feel her presence. It can be a scent, a number or even a person who will appear to me as her be in another form. Fall can represent many things. The theme for this series incorporates growth with the changing seasons and with growth in life, comes death. However, I believe that one can grow through the process of death and like the tree’s life cycle, one will take a minute to rest, recuperate and blossom again into a magnificent tree…of life.
Seasons (Fall) Part II
Don’t ever die again
Don’t allow the restriction of time to determine your end
Don’t allow your skin to thin and melt away
Your hands, dry and brittle and brown and once they have left the trees they are now dead
So children play and run and jump in their demise as I cry surrounded by these unpleasant reminders of your demise
Don’t ever do that again
I can’t take it
The beauty in the passing of the failing of the falling tree’s last effort to remain intact is unbearable
I can’t stand here naked without you
They can’t make it without them
I don’t want to be brave without you
But they will always come back
The children will play and never stay and winter’s force will blow death away and spring’s warmth will entice growth and summer’s heat will promote hope and the trees will rise
again and again and again but you will not
So please don’t ever die again.