Fall and Rise
Terri Lynn Cummings
Autumn
and leaves
ripen like
melons
release Mother’s
hand
rustle the wind’s
long tresses
Color rivers
the forest
floor
widens the
seams
of a dying
kingdom
Winter buries
jewels
like an old
love
under lace of
frost
wants us to
follow
in his slurred
skin
and quaking
limb
aimless and
pure
on the path to
spring
and an infinite
bed
of surrender
Poet’s Notes: During
fall, I had the pleasure of visiting Big Cedar Lodge in Ridgedale, Missouri (pictured).
Hiking trails abound in the Ozark Mountain paradise. With pen and pad in hand,
I strolled down a tree-canopied lane filled with jeweled leaves--the
inspiration for this poem.
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