Deciduous in the Fall,
Denuded of my cloth of gold,
I build a pyre of yellow flames
Whose gradual ashes at my feet
Renew the forest floor.
I plan my garden with meticulous care
As snowdrops and the aconite appear
And bluebells wash me with their waves of glory.
And raucous sparrows cram my boughs
To dive-bomb insects from the flowers below.
I meditate upon the nourishment I gave,
A wise investment of my sacrificed attire.
I build a pyre of yellow flames Whose gradual ashes at my feet Renew the forest floor.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I swear, Tom, only you can combine such words together and create a line of such uniqueness and vividness and wisdom. pyre of yellow flames- - -THAT IS AWESOME! ! ! - - gradual ashes- - - - - - - - - SO VIVIDLY ORIGINAL- - - - - - - renew the forest floor- - - - - REVEALING YOU ARE A TRUE GARDENER AND HUSBANDMAN OF THE EARTH. And it is just like my friend Tom to close this jewel with a chuckle! ! ! ! 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I'll be an even better gardener when I clear away thar ruddy ground elder. It's wet here so all I can do is sip a G &T and meditate with that other layabout on my knee! Torpid Thomas!
Beautiful poem Tom Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken
Building a prayer of yellow flames is interesting feature of both human beings and oak tree. A nicely drawn poem of imagery basing on natural perception is shared here...10
And rebirth and renewal important in Faith too. Thank you, Kumarmani
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Tom loving this one, it is so full of visuals. I can see it within my minds eye. Your description is spot-on. lovely read. Annette x
Hi Annette, We have several trees but sadly no oak tree in the garden. Thanks for your comment.