Autumn Road

The roads we travel will always lead us home...

Autumn Road 

By 

Carlos Lorenzo Estrada 

(A Perpetual Fall)

Upon this Autumn road I've walked 

With weary heart confess 

Beneath the fervent cypress leaves 

That clatter calm distress 

In wild grass that blooms emerald 

and bends in sorrow'd waves 

Each blade languished; from a song of wind

Within changing of her days

The blossoms of a florets Spring 

Paint lavish earth with vibrance 

As daisies frolic 'pon their stems 

In echo of their silence 

The tender weeping of a stream 

Pours gently upon its path

Crescendos into river's edge

And roars with nature's wrath

Wisterias draped with Spanish moss

Enchanting in their presence 

As dandelion seeds flutter like rain

In hauntingly abundance 

The call of tree birds ring aloud

On thorny aureate branches

With iridescent wings aflutter 

Take to wind in joyful dances

In the labor of my tired limbs 

I walk this path alone

In search for simple peace of mind

From quiet steps I roam 

For road was long; I've traveled far

And forgotten where and when

To reach the garden of God's soul

and find myself again... 

Author's Note

The path we roam will always lead us home. But home is not always the place we may have expected or wanted in our search. Love often works in such mysterious ways as we know. Hopes often flutter in the wind upon these roads and time often stops, or moves us forward to the point we have forgotten where and when our journey began. And when we look behind ourselves we find we are alone. With our thoughts, the wind, nature, and what we believe as God.

Reviews

[Víctor S]

Well it is difficult to comment a work so well done, so in first place I will extend both my congratulations and thanks to the author for this verses. They are obviously crafted with great care and bring images from all the spectrum of emotions. Also I give thanks because autumm is my favorite season of the year and you made me live it in this reading.
Said that, I will just give word to my take of the subjet of the road and the traveller, I happen to coincide with you in your note.
I also believe that the road and our life are such entwined metaphors that one could say they are that serpent biting its own "tale", is very difficult to say were one begins to diferentiate them, perhaps it is useless?
So the road sometimes ends in another place... an unexpected one, or maybe it is the destination we forgott we had in the begining?
Well so many questions here you arised in my mind and for that I thank you too. Please keep doing your great job.
Best journey poet.

[poetgurl]

Wow!! I enjoyed this write. This is really wonderful

[Wordless_Prism]

I truly felt as though I was there walking with you, well done.

[Fran Marie]

you paint a lovely pictureque scene of Autumn
as we journey onward ..lovely poetic verse from
start to finished lines..well crafted ..& conveyed

[Weeping willow]

These words are so very beautiful and relatable Loved the flow. Within the lines are hidden meaning as we all travel a road of search of the hidden treasures within ourselves ;-}

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

Carlos,

You have set to pen of page beautifully written philosophical words that do though provokingly touch upon all that Man is in his Humanity-prone quest which is none other than a desire to revisit and re-establish his innermost evaluation's sensation of having known and found true value in himself, and that long before other distractions of our planetary reality led him astray to eventually forget who he was and who he is, what he loves and desires, what lights the very fires of his heart and mind, as life and time can be ever so unkind as to numb the mind in amnesiac cruelty of having forgotten who we are and why as we look to the empty skies for answers that can only be found within ourselves as a truest revisit to that only Eden Man has ever known of actually known: The Heart-of-Man itself, before overthinking habits of conceit of our own significance defiled that garden of the Human Heart & Mind ...

Most inspiring lines here as I do hope that you can tell ...

Marve

[red93]

Shades of the English Romantic Wordsworth with this one, in his poetic wanderings. A very painterly and evocative Piece. Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[William Michael Reeves]

Not really alone with all that, are we? Hard to be lonely when we have poetry. You share, and we see. By your side is where the wind, nature and God will be ... not to mention, me.

billigami

[Ken Simm.]

At first glance this is such an evocative visual poem. A simple joy for a painter. But on further reading I see the lights and story of faith and belief that is entwined within it. A multi layered rather beautiful creation.
And what we believe as God indeed.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me on this poem. I truly appreciate it Ken. This piece is multilayered as I have come to believe we all travel our own Autumn road. I sought to use visuals of nature as metaphors for those that made me who I am. My father's rough hand and ways reflected in the raging river. My mom's enabling attitudes reflected in the bended sorrow'd grass. The frolicking daisies my past loves. And the hopeful flight of birds my grandmother's eternal optimism. All moments lived on this road of life I've walked. God has always been synonymous with love. Never really a religious figure to me, but love in its purity and unconditional. We all walk this path and in the brevity of these simple moments disregard their illuminating beauty and sorrow only to realize later in life their profound impact. We are the culmination of these little things called love. CLE

[Ken Simm.]

Thanks for that more detailed explaination. Yes, I can see all those things in there. And you are more than welcome.

[redzone]

Our journey begins
Upon first breath;
Our path twisted and often unhinged;
but we all know it ends in death.

we write poems, sing songs, love and are loved, and create beautiful art as we journey through our lives and yet it is only us who contemplate our existence and determine the paths we take. And in some ways, we also determine our deaths, since how we live also determines how we die.

your poem was a pleasure to read and enjoy Carlos, thanks for sharing it and alowing me to wander in it.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you so much for your kind words that are filled with so much wisdom. When I wrote this piece I wanted to use nature and its image for metaphor to love. My father's rage is in the image of the river. My grandmother's hopeful optimism is in the flight of birds. My. Mother's enabling attitude in the sorrow'd bending grass. In the frolicking daisies are my past loves. God has always been synonymous with love, never a figure of religious idolatry to me. Because on my Autumn road I see it in these moments. All of which have come to define me. And in the end we all have our own roads we travel. To that place, of us. Thank you for all the wonderful art of words you contribute to the community. It is because of you and others here who are willing to share their own art that this place is an Autumn Road.