Surrender
That golden maple has shed its treasure-
Stands grey and stark
Among silver skeletons that rattle.
I walk today into the glade.
There is a rime of frost here,
crisping the lines of a turkey feather.
It marks remnants of other lives:
maple leaf, fox pad, deer track.
The winds change and flakes swirl -
The dogs howl a chill exhalation,
and I surrender.
-Susan Miller-Lindquist
11/4/10
What a beautiful poem to go along with a stunning photo!!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! If I lived in such a beautiful place in the country side, I'd probably write poems about it too!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeletePS~ I'd be honored for you to use the post!
Beautiful! So blessed to be surrounded by such beauty and to do it justice with such beautful words :)
ReplyDeleteCiao, Devaki @ weavethousandflavors