Friday, October 21, 2011

Autumn's Lament

the lady of the wood
lived in the North
and the south where the ices reach
she lived under Cygnus
the celestial swan
and Cetus from Arctic seas

the lady of the wood
looked to lands
steamy in between
she coveted the man
born of sun
whose heat makes forests green

but he never yields
those arid lands
where her mists can never breed
so her bowered paths
bled with orange
and blew with withered leaves

winter is long
in the veins of hope
and the scratch of skeletal trees
in winter he shines
with his father sun
while she dreams darkening dreams


Cloudia said...

ancient story. affecting, Jason.

Aloha from Waikiki;

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Shakespeare said...

LOVE this. LOVE it. I think I'll print it out and put it on my fridge, as if you're one of my kids.

So good!

Aine said...

Love this! Everything from the birch photo to the lament of the lady of the wood is wonderful. Thanks for capturing my favorite season so beautifully.

Aine said...

:P Okay-- it's beech... my bad!

(But I wish it were birch!)

Lee said...

I love the title too! Happy Autumn Aine. Makes me want a carmel apple from The Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory - the best!!!

jason evans said...

Cloudia, many thanks!

Shakespeare, what a huge compliment!! I'd be honored to be one of your kids. :D

Aine, I wish it were a birch too. Paper birch that is. But instead, we have beaten-up Beech trees. ;) Thank you for the high compliment!

Lee, autumn is such a rich time. Some intensity is definitely due. Enjoy that apple!