For Tomorrow............CRC #50

" Gold, rust and blood red leaves slowly drift to the ground
All around death and decay claw the living into the earth..."




so tell me again why 'we' have to die
.....

 how can we stop the metamorphosis
that has been synchronized
and baptized by the waivers of time...
from deteriorating creation

In the mid of day light
eradication happens whether we see it
or don't look for it
Skin peeled back by fingernails scratching heads,
dandruff's rough tackle,
hair greying ungracefully,
amidst skulls balding falter
all falling down....to the ground
without a sound

What hides in the flurry of second hand ticks
is within Natures order
of growth matured
Unnoticeable in eyes, pried to the world,
seasonally, reasonably showing us
that time lost is not the crisis
it is time we're approaching



"The corn has ripened and starting to wither on the stalk
Black crows gather insolently staring at the scarecrow"



The sower of words and emotions we are,
even as we fail to lend, or pen proper patience
to good news...good news...good news
which always comes after death of the past
[bad news....bad news]

Fall should be the first
and the last Season we celebrate
For when Winter acts out...with so much
without
 the birth in Spring shall sing
as Summer has her fling

A change always comes
right before Winter
has it's run
and it is very clear
we are the children of promise

for Autumn is always in the forecast

for tomorrow










jakuper (10/4/11)