A poem honoring autumn and the perpetual power of love.
My Colors Are Tried and True
I see a glorious Sugar Maple
Prospering upon a hill.
Her sequined leaves glitter and sway
Saluting Nature’s perpetually marching mill.
An intensely deep, Blueberry Sky
And the Sun shining from above,
Superimpose their derring-do
On this masterpiece of creation, genius and love.
But soon these bejeweled leaves
Will tarnish, wither and fall.
Yielding to yet another
Shadowy Winter’s harsh and hollow call.
I ask her, why all this effort,
Why do you put on such a show,
Knowing your final bows will be taken
Under a blanket of hardened, crystallized snow?
Because my friend, I’m displaying to the world
All the best that I can be,
During times of Blueberry Skies
Or at the height of adversity.
I’m declaring with a resounding voice
That my colors are tried and true,
Rooted by the power of love and peace flowing eternally
Between me and the love I have for you.
© 2019 Jeffrey J. Antonucci. All rights reserved.
The autumn photo is remarkable in its simple yet color-ablaze beauty. The poem is also remarkable for its beauty of words and sentiments expressed. It is a word-song of praise in awe of nature. It delves deeply into the very cause of all that is…love divine and creative, incarnated into human forms.
So beautifully expressed by the both of you Marie and Nick. I thank you for your sentiments of love and appreciation.
I send you both my love and peace from my heart to yours.