She takes my hand
There are many hills
To climb
Hope recedes
Happiness crawls away
We take the powder
All that is true
And real
October fades
Into winter
We will sleep
Dream and trip
Mother goes
Father stays
So many things
To forget and swallow
We will climb
The hill of hope
October ends soon
November will
Bring sparrows and magpies
Stars and clouds
The leaves fall
We will forever climb.
"We will climb the hill of hope....November will bring sparrows and magpies...." I love those lines. I am weary from climbing too. But we can never give up.
ReplyDeleteYes, there are many hills to climb, and though happiness sometimes crawls away, one can continue to climb that hill! Nice to read you, Jae!
ReplyDeleteAutumn tends to feel like a downgrade for everybody, but it always leads back to spring.
ReplyDeleteI, too love the world of sparrows and magpies and stars and clouds. They do bring some happy moments. Beautiful poem Jae.
ReplyDeleteGorgeously rendered, Jae! Yes, October comes with highs and lows .. always ..💖💖
ReplyDeleteBeautiful 'We will forever climb' Love that
ReplyDeleteWe will forever climb .... so true!
ReplyDeleteWe keep going, we keep climbing, forever hopeful.
ReplyDeleteSuch hills are always hard to climb, but having an understanding soul to make the climb alongside us helps.
ReplyDeleteLovely! And I'm glad to know you will keep climbing.
ReplyDeleteA hand to hold always makes climbing up any slope much easier - don't let go! :-)
ReplyDelete"sparrows and magpies and stars and clouds" beautiful images of hope
ReplyDeleteYour poems often have an air of mystery, the unsaid ... "So many things to forget and swallow" especially poignant.
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