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Matt Hein / Poetry / Autumn / | |
| Autumn, a sheer view Sheer view of autumn. Written (03-23-03 Trying to epitomize autumn in poetic form, I believe I hit this nicely. Even as the autmobiles pass by, ruffling the crisp foliage, stirring leaves rustle amongst the cracked thoroughfare, the rusted street sign abstruse, the sky seems still, even though hints of summer remain defiant to the imminent shift in stature. From my perch of the lone and bare tree to the side of the thoroughfare, its branched wilted and contorted from the perennial winds, yet oddly puissant, the sights and sounds of nature’s defiance cast awe. The ruffling feathers of birds in flight, the essence of late blossomed citrus from the groves to the east, the verdant hues of those plants still convinced of the summer, the sentinel, the fox, foraging through the brush, not in anticipation of the first shot of hunting season, the acrid essence of gunpowder And yet, me standing in this tree, whereas I should be within the den of my home, or in the fields swinging at the closing seasonal pitch But duty removed, I see no need to wonder where men would be, should they forsake the prospect of mechanization, to ignore the technologies and convenience of the revolution... They would stand with me in the fields... And truely appreciate the fiery vermillion and burgundy hues of the scattered leaves, But alas, unlike animals, men have reason and conscience... that sole reason driving me from my tree, my bastion to the wilderness... And as I approach the street to the local park, the breeze casts a backoning to return, a voice only I can hear... Fin... |
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