Autumn Melancholy Poem by David Levitas

Autumn Melancholy



Five seasons have elapsed between the lie and the next best thing
And still the leaves fall, mounting like ashes on poppy fields
Soaking their matter into the tearful truthful earth
That needs our assistance for its sustenance, its judgement and catharsis
Not a Greek trope but that which rests the heart
As its summation, its final reckoning and we are free of the denigration
That caught the fleeting things and raised in a halo
That which was undignified, ashamed of its sight;
The rain pelters, the leaves in many viens, reduce Summer to its rightful place
And we are once more integrated, at one with what goes for the human race.

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