cry through the smiles

cry through the smiles

severed orange

the leaves of life

fall far from the tree

in a cold northern breeze

a few scarlet leaves survive

until the next sway

they all sashay

into the next season

annual dances presented

for a human audience

no program needed

we follow God's plan by heart

sweaters buttoned up

sheltering love from the cold

the barest November is nigh

gray is the Lion's mane

March will come in like it does

and we will breathe a sigh 

as April rain

reconnects 

the leaves of life.

erin-cilberto

10/7/23

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

A great metaphorical look at hoe there is beauty in everything if we look hard enough.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, Dale,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

As I wisp along with colors of leaves playing Chopin's Fifth...
I drift with sighs as the Wind cries knowing the World is stirring the Hemisphere in cruel visions of Casualties. We pause and pray for those who are at the Mercy of Evil The Windows of Justice will pour forth the Mercy of Peace in the Middle East. Amen

[jacob erin-cilberto]

too many won't accept Peace as the standard...they want chaos and takeover.
thank you, Pat,read moretoo many won't accept Peace as the standard...they want chaos and takeover.
thank you, Pat,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Jacob... a Reign of Terror is falling from the Sky... for every Passerby. Our Prayers and Poems will always be for those left behind and gone before. softly, Pat

[jaye river]

autumn is my favorite season, really lovely. time doesn't stop no matter what

[jacob erin-cilberto]

my favorite, too.
and time does not stop...it never will.
thank you, jaye,
j.

[MomzillaNC]

This is beautiful. You capture the autumn season so well.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Momz.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

So visually stunning J. The march of the seasons is unstoppable. Fall is wonderful with its palette of colour, but not its mood of dying and decay. And then the slide into winter when everything becomes cold and stark in its greyness. Spring, the season of rebirth, by far my favourite time of year. Beautiful poetry and the fourth stanza especially so.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Chris.
j.

[John the Baptist]

Can't help but wonder if the incoming of autumn triggered this one. The leaves and their changes in relation to the seasons is a metaphor for human aging: "the barest November is nigh/gray is the lion's mane." And of course the grim darkness of winter will follow, then another spring will welcome a new burst of life. It's all programmed into the system.:"we follow God's plan by heart."

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I appreciate your insights, John....as always.
j.