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by Phantomimic
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Fall is here; winter is approaching.
On this crisp cool day the sunlight breaks with more ease through
the branches, but still struggles to warm the ground.
I take a deep breath and sigh; one more year has gone by.
The dying appendages from the glory days of spring and summer
delight us with the tint of their demise. When else in our lives do
we revel in the outcomes of the process of death and decay?
When?
I'm not the one that I once was. My body too is beyond its glory
days, now approaching the autumn of my life. Not unlike the
leaves around me, I feel life slowly draining away, and in my
dreams I see visions of walking sticks, hospitals, and funerals.
The green in the landscape has been slowly vanishing, chased
away by splotches of red and yellow, like a disease spreading from
the tips to the stems.
At least they have rings to show for the toils and troubles of each
year of their lives. But they too will fall and decompose into soil,
or be hacked into firewood, or be converted into paper to wipe
asses or write poetry.
Leaves tumble to the ground. A few lucky ones fall in wet areas of
the pavement and rot leaving behind black imprints; everyone
knows how important it is to leave your mark.
The leaves on the ground at first retain some of their color, but
then turn into dull shades of brown dotting the landscape with
ordinariness; death is less noticeable when it's boring.
They are dry and twisted like mummies that have drifted forever in
the sea of time.
The leaves blow with the wind tracing the air currents and spiral in
the whirlwinds of the late afternoon rising like the souls of the
dearly departed.
Soon winter will arrive covering the land with a cold, still, white
shroud.
And then, then I will wonder, "What is the point?" Yes, what IS
the point?
Today, I will walk into the modest house of my happiness, the one
that I erected in the same lot where I had planned to build the
skyscraper of my dreams, and I will be content with it!
Today, I will appreciate beauty for its own sake regardless of its
nature!
Today, I will relish life and what it has given me, and I will not
dwell on what it will eventually take away from me!
Today, I will live the magic of the moment, and I will forget the
unchangeable past and the unpredictable future!
Today....today....
....I will write a poem.
Photograph by Phantomimic.