I used to consider
late autumn
with its leafless trees
and sullen skies
the ugly time
But then I grew up
and came to understand
its barren beauty
how it saw the loss and longing in me
and sent its moons
to make tunnels through the clouds
and its shivering breezes
to whisper, Yes, we know
but Christmas is coming
This is a beautiful piece.
Thank you, Forrest.
Wonderful perspective!
Amen. Beautiful.
Awh, very beautiful indeed, Mitch!
Mitch that “Ugly Time” can even be seen in the jail,in fact when it seen in the jail, it no longer becomesugly.Merry Christmas Mitch, John
You too, John!
Love it. 🙂
Your “Ugly Time” is beautiful. You are a maestro at setting tone.
“leafless trees” “sullen skies”
“sent its moons
to make tunnels through the clouds”
Such as this is why I love poetry.
Honored to hear that from a real poet.
You started me to thinking. Nice presentation.
Mitch,
You are the ‘realest’ poet ever. All of your
work, both poetry and prose, and praise,
(and movies, too,) is top shelf.
Bless you, dear Sarah.
Exactly! You managed to capture what so many of us feel!
This is beautiful! Thank you for sharing it.
Thank you.
I teared up a little (in a good way), and I don’t tear up easily. Splendid prose poem.
Thank you, Barry.
I always notice the tree down the street. Sometimes it radiates freshness with its green leaves. Then with the onset of Autumn, they blossom into beautiful golden and wither away slowly leaving behind the gloomy trunk waiting for his next companions.
A picture of patience.