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

[John the Baptist]

The very title of this one tells us the speaker is one of some years. Also, autumn is a season of much beauty, but there is also a sadness to it, perhaps from the knowledge that the end is now closer than it was. You get an A+ for imagery in this one, Carlos, almost every verse painting a word picture. And yes, there is a certain sadness there, too, but it yields to the hopefulness of the last words. The road of life can be tough, but if the right knowledge is gained, we see it was just a long lesson.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

It truly is a long lesson; this road of life. We often remember the perils more than the joys. Never truly comprehending the brevity of it all while living it. There is a deeper unknown purpose we are not privy to while we meander down this road. Insights we often take for granted or misread. A solitude in belief that our pain is own and no one can truly understand it. Which near the end we come to see that isn't always the case. For as a wise poet once sang; the love you take is equal to the love you make.

[Stella Armour]

This is so very beautiful Carlos .
I like the rhyming couplets , they break each verse up without interupting the flow .
"Wisterias draped with Spanish moss" ... a painting in itself , what a lovely image .

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me on this poem Stella. I so enjoy painting in words. I much like you draw and have painted in the past. Haven't done so in a while though. Words tend to occupy much of my time now a days. There is a peacefulness in drawing and painting. Bringing images on a blank canvas to life. There is something spiritual in its endeavor. The act of creation. Much like any other art form. It brings us closer to that divine presence within. Our better angels. CLE

[Stella Armour]

Yes Carlos , i agree that creating images on canvas or with words is a very calming thing to do and in doing so we are sharing a bit of ourselves with others. Also whilst we are occupied like this we shut away the outdoor world and all its hustle....we are peaceful in our own little world :)