Not your hue

Not your hue

A Poem by Lyn Anderson
"

who knows what might have been

"

This year 

the winter's in a hurry

and leaves still too green

litter the snowy path.


They've no chance 

to reach their true colours -

vibrant hues 

of yellow, orange, and red.


I can't help 

but think of you

and how you'll never reach 

your autumn.


Forever young, eternally green;

who knows what colours 

you could have been

now that you're dead.



© 2018 Lyn Anderson



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The death of the young, what could be worse. As I approach my winter years all I wish for is that my daughter be happy, safe, secure and find the same love that I've shared with her mum for the last 27 years.
If I marked, which I never do, a century would be easily reached, if I were the jealous type, which I aint, I would be giving you the green eyed monster stare.
Hi Lyn, hope you are well.

Posted 3 Days Ago


Lyn Anderson

3 Days Ago

I too, am grateful for my children, and so far they are healthy and safe. Life can change in a split.. read more
This is such a beautiful write, love that song as well

Posted 6 Days Ago


Lyn Anderson

6 Days Ago

Thank you. This time of year stirs memories.
The season of Fall. Show us the beauty of death and make us learn. Somethings can rebirth in the Spring.
"Forever young, eternally green;
who knows what colours
you could have been
now that you're dead"
The above lines. Left somethings for the reader to think about. Thank you Lyn for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 1 Week Ago


Lyn Anderson

1 Week Ago

Thank you so much
The list of those we see fall before their life sees the full cycle and rhythm of our being, only grows longer, the longer we go through our own cycle. We are left with ifs and buts instead of memories yet to make.
Beautifully captured.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Lyn Anderson

1 Week Ago

Thank you, yes, it's true, the longer we live the more we experience this
love the analogy/allegory here....we had winter come too soon, and had only an afternoon or two of bit of fall...but i had friends who died long before their fall...
still in their early summer...human leaves who did not get a chance to turn.

j.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Lyn Anderson

1 Week Ago

Thank you ever so much. I appreciate it
A very creative and effective comparison to make. At least the leaves will have more chances to achieve their proper hue. The subject of this poem is not alone, I'm sad to say.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Lyn Anderson

1 Week Ago

Thank you for popping in
With the winter weather we've been having, I'm glad to see this piece. Sometimes, it's best to end where the colors are instead of being left in a season where life is gone and the color is blandness and monotony. Love the colors, love the message, love the piece.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Lyn Anderson

1 Week Ago

Thank you so much
This breaks my heart this morning because I have know this loss and thought these thoughts.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Lyn Anderson

1 Week Ago

Loss of anyone we love is hard, but loss of the young is never ending
Ana Papaya

1 Week Ago

So true. It's not the right order of things.
To me, winter always seems to be in a hurry, in as much as I want it prolonged..your last lines hit hard. Who knows what could have been, indeed...
Lovely imagery in the first stanza.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Lyn Anderson

1 Week Ago

Thank you so much. Yes, the winter enters and lingers long
It is strange how we stop at this time of year and think of the dead.
Which is not a bad thing. It just seems stronger than the rest of the year.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Lyn Anderson

1 Week Ago

All the sweetness and light clamouring in the dark

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Lyn Anderson

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