blue autumnal frosts lace the arbors like a silhouette
frozen brambles litter the forest floor
stillness roams out from under the canopy
what was hidden gives way to a season of knowing
sunlight pierces the chilly veneer until it refracts and splinters
proud antlers sulk the dreary morning air in search of a companion
whatever evidence remains of twilight’s cold fury
slowly melts as it pales in comparison to the blinding dawn
vulgar conditions drain the color from the leaves
as life is hurried into a gasp, a startled anticipation
two opposing urges are locked in-tandem, at odds with the other,
unaware of the zodiac’s alignment
for in a few hours the icy substance will thaw and all signs erase as the sun climbs its fiery ladder
whereas in a few weeks the earth will have tilted to the exact degree,
inviting winter to conquer the terrain once more
wherein all life vanishes and time is lost to us
downcast and utterly defeated
There is real thought and connection with this piece. It made lead me to a deeper thought and reflection.
In Aaron’s poem one can feel the early morning chill giving way to the rising sun. Warming air overcomes early morning frost. The hidden is exposed for now, only to be concealed later under winter’s drawing blanket. The poem offers connections with the changing seasons as the world turns toward chilling darkness. Reading the poem gives pause to observe life’s changes. Thank you, Aaron, for helping us to see.
Aaron’s poetry wraps around me on mornings like this, and I am beheld by its mysticism and grace. Thank you.