it is october, mostly fallen
& still falling
and i already see the after
the anticipation of spring
but before that first step
climbing March is dreamed,
i rake leaves before wind takes them
where empty things go
what falls now nourishes later
& I dig to feed what isn’t planted yet,
turning over hope
A thoughtful piece about the seasons and what they represent to you. I loved the idea of planting and preparing for a time of change and the hope which sustains you through the months till Spring. Brava!
Thanks. What you think about when you’re raking leaves…
I am looking at this thru a beautiful lace heart~ magical !
Thanks, Deb!
Your words paint the eternal cycle of the seasons so well and so visually…and then you go forward into the philosophy and biology of season successions and feed-ins and links!
Well done, Susan! This poems respires and inspires!
Thanks, Noel. I am enjoying your breathing imagery here, very much…