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our sunday poem

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by Lloyd Schwartz


Every October it becomes important, no, necessary

to see the leaves turning, to be surrounded

by leaves turning; it’s not just the symbolism,

to confront in the death of the year your death,

one blazing farewell appearance, though the irony

isn’t lost on you that nature is most seductive

when it’s about to die, flaunting the dazzle of its

incipient exit, an ending that at least so far

the effects of human progress (pollution, acid rain)

have not yet frightened you enough to make you believe

is real; that is, you know this ending is a deception

because of course nature is always renewing itself—

        the trees don’t die, they just pretend,

        go out in style, and return in style: a new style.


source: this is the first of 3 stanzas; click here for the full poem.


2 responses »

  1. i clicked to read the rest of the beautiful poem but somehow it wouldn’t connect


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