The wind dances through the trees,
subtly teasing the naked limbs
and igniting the flickering leaves
to burn brilliant like flames,
an orgy of constantly changing color.
The moving performance soundlessly
echoes in the heart, a celebration
of death in all its beauty, brightly burning
but not alight, simply being.
The wind rips at the leaves
like a jealous lover and casts them down
under my feet where they
crunch, crackle and pop
setting my heart aflame with courage
as I walk on the dry flames
and breathe in the scent of freedom
and sacrifice as it sings out
in the music the wind makes in passing.
An autumn walk transformed
into a moment lost in the endless cycle
of life, death and resurrection
that our human minds cannot comprehend
but the wind, trees and sky dance daily.
In that peaceful moment of brilliance
I knew tomorrow had arrived.
This poem is matched up with a previous poem titled Better Tomorrow, you can read either one first but this is the response to that one. Please read them and comments 🙂 : https://patheticwithpotential.wordpress.com/2013/11/09/better-tomorrow/