Metamorphosis of Dying Leaves


Tree limbs decorated with brown leaves
write their ode to change on the moon
in autumn’s calligraphy.

Today and tomorrow sit on owl feathers
waiting for midnight to slip one into history
while the other gracefully relinquishes its crown of future.

I feel the weight of inevitable lift from my spirit
as I surrender to my own metamorphosis.
The starlight song of ancestors plays as I write a new chorus.

©Susie Clevenger 2019

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Change


Comments

  1. Sherry Blue SkyDecember 4, 2019 at 10:08 AM

    How I LOVE "today and tomorrow sit on owl feathers" ! And oh, your closing line is exquisite, Susie. Wow! I can almost hear the ancient music.

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  2. SusanDecember 4, 2019 at 12:13 PM

    There is so much in this little poem that I am breathless. The trees and their inhabitants, "their ode to change," guides and--if we are willing--helps us see ourselves in the continuum of life through death and beyond. This is my favorite poem of yours forever.

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  3. Sanaa RizviDecember 4, 2019 at 12:39 PM

    This is absolutely stunning, Susie! ❤️ I love; " I feel the weight of inevitable lift from my spirit
    as I surrender to my own metamorphosis." Wow!!

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  4. Old EggDecember 4, 2019 at 5:45 PM

    What a stunning picture you painted with your words Susie. A most beautiful poem.

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  5. Gillena CoxDecember 4, 2019 at 5:55 PM

    I luv the leaves writing their ode. Its interesting that in their Autumnal fall change is recorded

    Thanks for dropping by my blog Susie

    Much💞love

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  6. Sumana RoyDecember 4, 2019 at 8:47 PM

    A beautiful little poem with a treasure of rich metaphors! Such wealth compels the spirit to croon songs of let go and embrace the new.

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  7. Kim M. RussellDecember 5, 2019 at 12:02 AM

    A gorgeous poem, Susie; I love the shift from trees, leaves and autumn’s calligraphy to personal metamorphosis, and especially the lines:
    ‘Today and tomorrow sit on owl feathers
    waiting for midnight to slip one into history’.

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  8. Rosemary Nissen-WadeDecember 5, 2019 at 2:29 AM

    That's very beautiful, Susie!

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  9. Eileen T O'Neill .....December 5, 2019 at 2:33 AM

    Susie,

    A most impacting poem with alll your images drawn from your very fitting words. I had never thought of autumn's calligraphy, as written in the fallen leaves. Superb metaphors, as with our own impending changes and mortality too...

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  10. Magical Mystical TeacherDecember 5, 2019 at 3:32 PM

    The ancestors are dancing with your chorus.

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  11. ThotpurgeDecember 6, 2019 at 2:32 AM

    "autumn’s calligraphy"

    "Today and tomorrow sit on owl feathers" - love all the images here!

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  12. purplepeninportland.comDecember 8, 2019 at 5:54 PM

    First stanza pulled me right in. Stunning poem, Susie!

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