Journey

Jennifer Paige©1998

The quivering branches

            Prepare

            For threadbare

The wind’s fingers

            Weave the whispery rainbow

            Of Autumn

From limb

            To dewy ground

            In silent descent tumbling

                        The flame flickers

                        Gold twinkles

                        Rust crumbles

                        Amber waves

            Thin tree-shavings enroute

            To the shadowy brook below

The aires of fall’s breath

            Sigh—

                        “Fear ye not, fear ye not,

                         For with my hand I will lead you on

                         And safely I’ll guide your little boat

                         Beyond this veil of sorrow.”

From heaven’s webbing

            On currents of breeze

            To ripples of water

The journey is brief

            To the watery grave

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