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  • 04/17/2013
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Murmers at the Dusk of Day - 2. Life's Path

The second poem takes you from birth to death as you walk the path of your life, listening to the world around you.

Life’s Path

Darkness first and then the light

A warm spring breeze whispers hello

The green young grass beneath my feet

With daffodils, snow drops, and crocus all around

Through a world new and exciting I totter all about

The birds build nests, while everything seems so bright

Oh so very bright

 

The blistering summer sun shines bright over head

And the air is thick and hot

The dirt fields of a baseball game calls to me

While the roses, thick, sweet, and open draw all my senses

I choose my path now, aware of what I might be missing

The animals suffer, while the heat continues to rise

A sweltering heat

 

The heat gives way to Autumnal beauty

With leaves or red, gold, brown, and orange.

I find myself remembering those gone now and those far away

The mums poke their bright purple, yellow, and red heads up for one last burst

The path is worn and leaves crunch under foot

Squirrels are busy gathering nuts, while a chill fills the air

A cold bitter chill

 

The chill turns frosty as winter wanders in

Frozen flakes of crystalline perfection fall in snowy piles

My time is lost as the snow covers all that once was under a glistening blanket

The world reduced to black and white, with shades of gray

I walk carefully now over the midnight of frozen ground

The animals are hidden, my time grows short

A whispered goodbye

So from the darkness of the womb to the gentle passing from this world, so is the life you lead. Comments are always welcomed. If you enjoyed the poem please feel free to click that like button.
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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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On 04/20/2013 01:12 AM, Mark92 said:
This so easily could have been a year too, loved all the flower references, mums are my birthday flower :) Lovely poem Unc :hug:
Well I played a bit with the idea life and the seasons. I tried to pick the first or the most abundant flower of that time of the year. Winter really doesn't have a flower, and my birth flower is listed as holly. I'm glad it made sense.
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