Sea Change
Summer is fast ebbing away and a potpourri of autumn scents are in the
air already, assailing the senses and changing the inner eye’s kaleidoscopic
view of self, nature and the world…yet again.
Autumn is a beautiful season with its turning leaves of red and gold,
yet sad also as we bid farewell to the swallows and prepare - along with much
of nature - for the winter months ahead. At the same time, there is something
beautiful, too, in sadness as if human spirit and spirit of nature are always
conspiring to somehow soften the sharper edge of grief, loneliness,
apprehension,…whatever, and never more so than in autumn.
This poem is a villanelle; it first appeared s in a Poetry Now [Forward
Press] anthology A Summer’s Breeze
(2003) and subsequently in my collection.
SEA CHANGE
Sea of muddy leaves,
our summer gone
as autumn grieves
Heaps, like ragged graves
with flowers strewn,
sea of muddy leaves
A dying sparrow heaves
its last, alone
as autumn grieves
North wind brings waves,
our seasons blown;
sea of muddy leaves
No kinder soul than braves
an acid rain
as autumn grieves
Each heart, in time, gives
up its own…
sea of muddy leaves
as autumn grieves
Copyright R. N. Taber 2003
[From: The Third Eye by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2004: new
(e-edition) in preparation.]
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