The willows sway
Like autumn breath
They are stooped
Like ungainly ancestors
Swinging and moving
Breaking their solitude
Following songs only they can hear
Another year passes
What we don't say is our absence
We are used to silence
It carries us into dreams
The rain beats on the window
A steady rhythm
A darkening day
We lie together in the red bed
Wondering
Keeping each other warm
Perhaps the wind will bring in new words
A different song
Perhaps tomorrow will be different
Although the repetition brings us peace
A solidity we cannot name
Do we have wishes
She asks
No more than a willow tree
I think
Water
Air
Earth
Leaves through which to breathe
Autumn wraps us up
Holds us steady
Carries our wishes on the breeze.
Stunning ... 'Autumn wraps us up holds us steady carries our wishes on the breeze'
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ReplyDeleteA different song.... this sparked my imagination!
Autumn has its way of carry away the wishes we have... Such an evocative writing.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful poem this is Jae. Reading it makes one very relaxed, (although I amy be tired!).
ReplyDeleteThe silence that carries you into dreams-I love the way you use metaphors in all your writing.
ReplyDeleteWhy is it that we so often wish for tomorrow to come in a different way when it is repetition that usually brings us peace?
ReplyDeleteI've always wondered who sang for the willow. The wind, I thought... But I like your idea even more.
ReplyDeleteI love the willows swinging like ungainly ancestors. I love the wishes no more than a willow tree - Water, Air, Earth.........what a beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteThis is a lying in the red bed on a rainy Sunday poem.Gorgeous images Do we have wishes? she asks....yes...a fresh batch of scones jam and cream brought in on a silver tray. Now I have to get up and raid the biscuit tin:)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful melancholy in this one, Jae!❤️
ReplyDeleteYour metaphors and similes are outstanding in this poem. The willows...oh my goodness.
ReplyDeleteI have always thought the willow cried so others wouldn't. I think the willow wishes for no more tears. Maybe, tomorrow will bring joy.
ReplyDeleteI love how this evokes the sounds of the natural world around this time of year, and a little of the wistfulness that is wont to arise as we wonder what future growth might look like.
ReplyDeletePerhaps the wind will bring in new words
ReplyDeleteA different song
Perhaps tomorrow will be different
Although the repetition brings us peace.... that is something I totally relate to... beautifully said!
I'm from the Imaginary Garden challenge... I have no idea which poems you are linking to our challenges - Do you know how to link specific poems AND give the site credit on your post? I'll gladly help you if you like.
ReplyDelete"Perhaps the wind will bring in new words A different song" Oh, that sounds like a prayer. Your poem is a beautifully expressed picture of autumn.
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