Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Not one lasts

Many trees around me have lost all their leaves already, thanks to the vigorous northwest winds that blew through.  The maples by the river are in fifty shades of gorgeous red; soon, they too will fall, leaving the trees nude in the winter grey.

All the old things go.

The evergreens last.  Against the cloudy and dark November sky, the firs will be quite an exception.  As if they are keeping a watch on everything that happens all around.  They listen to our talking, the river rushing, the rain falling, the wind whistling.

They will be around when we also leave.


Autumn Movement
By Carl Sandburg

I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman,
the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.

The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes,
new beautiful things come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind,
and the old things go,
not one lasts.

4 comments:

Anne in Salem said...

Beautiful.

I love the changing trees.

mahesh said...

"They will be around when we also leave."

So many thoughts distilled into that one line.

Hope you are doing good sir and hope the weather has improved.

Regards,
Mahesh

Sriram Khé said...

Yes, the seasons and the trees offer me so many valuable lessons ...

Good to see you, again, Mahesh. The weather will only get darker, colder, wetter from now. And then we will eagerly wait for the green shoots of spring. The cycle all over again--only that by then we would have aged by a year ;)

Ramesh said...

Beautiful. See how much can be said in just a few words. Thoroughly enjoyed the post, the verse, the comments .....

By the way, one of the things I tremendously admire in your writing is the absolute absence of any error - typo, grammar, etc etc. When I write, I am just too impatient and the writing abounds with typos, bad choice of words. Yours is impeccable. So much so that I completely fell of the chair reading this post when I noticed the first ever typo. You are also human .... :):)