Thursday, November 30, 2023

Poem: Letting Go

Maple tree

 

Letting Go

A hard frost comes: the Solomon’s Seal
is changed from green to straw.
The yellow maple leaves, genteel,
obey November’s law.
Like bats or butterflies they flit,
but always down they come.


Wrapped up for cold, outside, I sit
and watch till I am numb.
The sun’s rays light these golden leaves –
last flame of Autumn’s fire.
A solace to any soul that grieves,
a last act to admire.
Still, trees release their cloaks in sheaves,
and Autumn must retire.

Photo at top: Wikimedia Commons photo.

 

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Even after thirty years as a language teacher, Joe Carosella still firmly believes that Every Day Is a Beautiful Day. He hikes avidly in the Adirondacks and the UK, loves nature, ice cream, travel, languages, and words in general, and spends a lot of time writing poetry and reading. His poems have appeared in Adirondac and Ridgeline. [Instagram: josephaicarosella]




One Response

  1. Martie says:

    This poem is lovely – gentle, quiet, and beautiful, like the falling leaves. It also works well as a reassuring metaphor for life itself. Thank you for sharing it.

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