Into the Fall’s Hands

This poem is in response to the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge at GodogGO Cafe

“Notice that autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.”– Friedrich Nietzsche

Cupping the calloused palms

Nature takes into its heaving bosom

warmth and sustenance for crimson tinged leaves 

stripped from the mighty embrace of the wild oak 

 

which stands tall and wild arms 

stretched proud in the thicket of the forest

Acceptance is a fallacy

We all learn slowly and surely

 

Once gracing the thick branches of the 

oaks, a safe haven 

for the puny tendrils and vines  

enjoying the crimson tinge of the spring

 

A beautiful now nary in sight 

spreading its vibrancy 

interlaced in the verdant hue of the grass 

everything comes to an end

 

A lesson we all accept in its entirely 

the leaves from the warm embrace 

of that wild and humble oak

slowly glide into the forgiving fall’s hands.

–Megha Sood

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