Glorious Promise
With crimson and gold, pretentious October
flaunts a tapestry gloriously ablaze
with audacious, arrogant maturity,
dismissing once again, stealthy November
eager to bleed and devour
strength, beauty, and pride.
Into mother's bosom she'll seep,
cold, wet, fading, decaying,
perspicacity her only comfort.
Alone, humbled, she'll absorb
life's restoring light, rejoicing
as Easter's promise unfolds.
by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, revised 9-6-12.
This is for Poets United "Think Tank Thursday "113" Signs of Autumn & for Friday Flash 55. It is my sixth poem I ever wrote but I have greatly reworked it here. The original is HERE written almost two years ago 12-01-10.
With crimson and gold, pretentious October
flaunts a tapestry gloriously ablaze
with audacious, arrogant maturity,
dismissing once again, stealthy November
eager to bleed and devour
strength, beauty, and pride.
Into mother's bosom she'll seep,
cold, wet, fading, decaying,
perspicacity her only comfort.
Alone, humbled, she'll absorb
life's restoring light, rejoicing
as Easter's promise unfolds.
by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, revised 9-6-12.
This is for Poets United "Think Tank Thursday "113" Signs of Autumn & for Friday Flash 55. It is my sixth poem I ever wrote but I have greatly reworked it here. The original is HERE written almost two years ago 12-01-10.
