Autumnal

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Somewhere,

There is life.

 

Beyond the starkness of barren trees,

Past the fallen leaves,

Just South of here,

There is life.

 

“Find me,”

It whispers in a silken voice,

A breathy gust of wind

Against the ear of the weary traveler.

 

“Seek me where the river meets her mate,

Where the autumnal trees burst back into riotous color,

Up past the mountains, where you shall find me

Worshipping at the altar of wanderer,

Hoping to be sought,

Praying to be found.”

 

And there She will be,

Looking like an angel,

Fallen to her knees –

“There,” you shall say,

“Is Life.”

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Autumn

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Autumn arrived

Much in the same way it always does,

With a blustering gust of wind

And a hint of chill in the air.

 

It came for me

While I was asleep,

The turning of the Earth

And the motions of the Heavens

Colluding to bring about the fall

Of all those brittle, bright-colored leaves

From their summertime stations.

 

Fall entered stage-right, and I?

I stood, enraptured, as She came closer,

Caught utterly unawares by her presence,

Not realizing that summer had gone

Until it was already far too late

To mourn its passing.

Phoenix

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Art

Is misunderstood;

Beauty, she is not,

But rather

The juxtaposition

Of the immortality of God,

And the inevitable impermanence

Of all that is borne of Him;

The flower fades,

The fruit ferments of the vine,

Humanity flares up like a firework,

And, falling, sets the forest afire from afar.

 

The fall is not art,

But rather, the art in the fall

Can be found at the very instant

That the flaring, fading, not-yet-falling firework

Reaches its zenith,

And, cresting upon the shore of its dreams,

Can rise no more.

Don’t Call Me Beautiful

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Don’t call me beautiful;

I am not the sunset to your sky,

And besides, hasn’t anyone told you that beauty is but a fleeting lie?

 

Don’t call me beautiful,

I am not the soundtrack to your cinema debut;

And in any case, I – I am painted in a darker hue.

 

Don’t call me beautiful,

I am not the moth to your flame.

Call me by my name.