The Autumn Poem
For certain trees, autumn arrives earlier Some bloom as the leaves shred to dust Some observe and some envy Some pray for the season to pass and some sway naked with the breath of first wind Some cry in the shallow winter of January...and there I bloomed in the melancholy of June From mahogany to the finest teak The cheer of cherry and the warmth of rose Tall sturdy and I the floating mangrove My roots tangled and my vines rusted and solemn I long for your touch my soul both broken and crushed The winter heat and the shade imbibed in the warmth of sun Hollow from within...will I ever be called someone's home A nest of nightingales an orchard of tranquil A cry of newborn...First flight of nocturnals I speak and shout...shrouded and crumbled in a womb so dark Didn't you realize...Didn't you witness, I wonder that you even acknowledged I was freed only to be captured by your selfish arms For certain trees, autumn arrives earlier Mine kept me awaiting...Mine was snatched I...