The Passage of Trees

"To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose..."

From rolling hill to immortal ocean

The world is in perpetual motion

All is coming, all is going

Always ebbing, always flowing

 

Through the passage of trees

Blowing gently in the breeze

Falling, spiraling to the ground

Their lifeless bodies scattered 'round

 

Every leaf has it's season

Even in dying it has a reason

Beyond the fires of the infernal

Laying at the foot of the eternal

 

As the leaves molder and decay

In it's dying hour, fall fades away

For all the living, there is no escape

When winter falls across the landscape

 

Mother Earth begins to shiver

As ice forms on the river

There is silence in the frigid air

Birds have gone to roost elsewhere

 

White flecks of lost paradise descend

Forming an illustrious alabaster blend

Blanketing the ground in the dead of night

Only to run away with the coming of light

 

Months pass in resplendent revery

Until Mother Earth solves the frozen mystery

As winter passes on, nary an eye sheds a tear

Leaving us with the hope of a new year

 

As the smell of spring fills the air

And buds fill the trees with vivacious flair

We welcome the coming of life anew

Watching the cycle of life continue

Reviews

[THERISA]

Reading your poem, my soul is filled with a calmness, which didn't exist before. As the two previous reviewers have mentioned, your poem has surprising depth in the usage of allusions and their meanings. Thank you for sharing this poem with us.

[Third Grace]

This is a beautiful poem. The depth and meaning flow with the allusions wonderfully.

[Bright Eyes]

Bravo! This read quickly and smoothly, which seems to be uncommon among some writerscafe writers. This is spectacular!