The Secret of Fall

The Secret of Fall

A Poem by Daniel Seward
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A little poem on the mystery of fall.

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                    The Secret of Fall


What is that feeling I'm feeling again?

The ancient, primitive stir?


It's some sort of secret that eludes me.


I sense it in the lonely clap of distant aspen leaves,

in the musky smell of rotting logs and dank vegetation,

in the gusty wind.


I look for it in a deep, narrow crack of lichen-covered granite,

under damp moss,

in the tight curl of a rolled up oak leaf.


I feel an urgency to prepare for the worst,

though I do not know what it is.


The secret has something to do with death,

or is it something close to dying?

A benediction?

A relinquishing?

A resolution?


It is a mystery to me.

And I hope it remains so.

© 2017 Daniel Seward


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Added on October 9, 2017
Last Updated on October 9, 2017
Tags: fall, autumn, mystery, nature

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Daniel Seward
Daniel Seward

Grand Rapids, MN



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I like nature, running, classical music, and I read everything. I have been writing a variety of genres over the years and was hoping I could get reviewed/read by interested parties. Most of my stuf.. more..

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