season's rhythm sets itself
a halo of gold
about the apple,
mimicking the turncoats of oak:
Leaf's body crackles,
edges crisp and curl
and break apart in the hand,
fragments of green run out.
The seed, already freely fallen,
dies into yet-yielding ground,
the sower's promise
come to act the memory of earth.
© 2010 Maureen E. Doallas
I wrote this poem for Abbey of the Arts Poetry Party #47, the theme for which is "Autumn Blessings".
Anyone may share his or her inspiration at Abbey of the Arts by contributing a poem "about the gifts, graces, invitations, questions, and challenges of autumn." Be sure to provide in the comments section here the text of your poem and, if you wish, a link to your blog or the site where your poem appears.
On Friday, September 17, a name from among those participating will be drawn at random. The winner will receive a signed copy of Christine Valters Paintner's Water, Wind, Earth, and Fire: The Christian Practice of Praying with the Elements.