September
whispers
the first hint
of autumn
with a cool breath
caressing our faces
our bare arms
and legs
in the still-warm sun.
Whispers an invitation
to walk
woodsy trails
under trees communicating
in rustling green tongues.
One leaf
already fallen
crispy and brown
cartwheels across the path.
It is longer than we realized.
One of us would push
for a more vigorous pace
but the other of us
is tired.
A restful respite
in the almost-chilly
tree-proffered shade
just short of the bridge
we didn’t know was here.
Cicadas chorus high above
a big black ant hurries past
and somewhere a bird sings
as if it is the very heart
of all things.
We’ve come this far.
We walk a few more steps
one a little ahead
one leaning on a cane
one breath at a time.
Not until
we reach the bridge
can we hear the water
talking to itself below
in a wordless trickling flow
going on and on and on.
And so we do
even though we can’t see
how much path
is left to travel
nor what lies ahead
around the bowery bend.
The bridge cannot whisper
invitation.
It only stands
offering
silent invocation.
It is enough.
We cross over.
We go on.
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Thanks to Two Writing Teachers for the Tuesday invitation to write a Slice of Life and to my Spiritual Journey Thursday friends for the writing fellowship along the way. For more spiritual offerings see Karen Eastlund’s collated posts under “Finding Direction” at Karen’s Got a Blog! (Thank you, Karen, for hosting).
We cross over. We go on. Lovely walk with you.
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So beautiful- such lovely images (The cartwheeling leaf!)- I am glad you walk on, together.
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The little cartwheeling leaf seemed a harbinger, skittering along … am glad to know it called to you, as it did to me.
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So many phrases that will linger…
My favorites- rustling green tongues, silent invocation..,
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Delighted to know those phrases will linger – thank you, Diane.
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Thank you for taking us along on your journey, Fran. As always, you tuck so much meaning into your lines, leaving them like hidden treasures to find and enjoy. For me, I loved reading “It is longer than we realized.” “We’ve come this far.” Or the bridge that stands, offering “silent invocation.”
Yes.
It IS enough.
Thank you.
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I love this analogy of “hidden treasures to find and enjoy” in my writing and delight in your seeing many meanings – all so like life! Thanks for walking along the path with me 🙂
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I feel so soothed and peaceful now. Thank you! That path will lead us on.
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I am so glad to know the post imparted soothing and peace – thank you 🙂
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So much meaning to be gleaned from this poem! Life’s journey, the physical manifestations in the autumn of one’s life, the innate need to continue despite the unknowing of what lies ahead. Those thoughts are like the deepest parts of the river you encountered, the face value of your well-placed words the gurgling ripples on the water’s surface–all worth taking the time to ponder, as we pause on a bridge of our day.
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Thank you for your insightfulness (always), Chris – I meant for there to be layers of conscious and metaphorical meaning and I am sure some subconscious ones have woven themselves in as well. I so appreciate your deeply reflective responses – somehow, I find “rest” in them, if that makes any sense!
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Fran: This autumn imagery strikes a familiar note, one pushing faster, one taking it slowly. I nodded at “We’ve come this far.” I like the water talking to itself, and the cartwheeling leaf. Thank you for this poem, it says so much about this season of life.
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Thank you for your words, Karen – so many layers lie in that phrase “this season of life”.
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Fran, you have captured the onset of autumn with such beautiful descriptions of what you noticed on your walk: trees communicating in rustling green tongues, one leaf already fallen crispy and brown cartwheels across the path, the tree only stands offering silent invocation. This walk together says so little about the conversation but so much about the relationship: We cross over. We go on. What a glorious way to describe a happening of time well spent.
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So glad you enjoyed the nature-meaning-metaphor walk, Carol; as always, the journey yields more than one anticipates. Thanks for walking with me.
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Beautiful! Thank you for this!
Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
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