11/27/20
I wrote this for a class years ago. I still like the overall theme of it, but now I don’t agree with the ending part of the autumn section any more. I believe there is always something we can do, more love to share in one form or another no matter what our age or abilities.
I’m also not so sure those last several lines are written about death like I originally thought. I wonder if it could also be about facing whatever we spent our lives to that point running away from now that there is nothing left to distract us from it.
What do you think?
Autumn Sun (In memory of . . . ) As the Autumn sun is setting and a wintry breath starts chilling your back, You remember . . . In the springtime of your youth all you needed was the sunshine and your budding friends to color your world. In your child’s eye you knew life was just beginning, neither nighttime nor rain could cloud your vision of a world waking up. Then came the summer, with it’s warm breeze and hot sun - to guide you through your newfound adulthood. It was hard, but you learned that sunshine could burn if exposed for too long, and that rain can’t drown your dreams, only you can if you shed enough tears, so you learned to laugh instead of cry. You also learned you could not pick a flower and just carry it away at will ~ the beauty would last for a day or two, but in time all that would be left is a skeleton of it’s former self. So, you could either leave it where it grows well, or, if you think you can do better, you guide it gently, with roots intact, to a place where it can grow and prosper as a whole being. Now here you are, in the Autumn sun and the apple of your eye had grown up now, and moved away (with it’s roots intact, you hope). And the flower you had transplanted has passed away, in spite of all your tender efforts. but you know it’s beauty will remain inside of you, forever. You’re not sure what’s left here to do when there’s not much time remaining for the leaf that has started it’s fall back to earth. As the sun sets you feel the chilly fingers of winter tapping on your shoulder. You just hope you have the courage to turn around and face the darkness ~ with Grace. C. Pearl E. M.
