“When greens go red and the air seems to rust.
I marvel at your endurance, O leaf.
Though parched, you hold on with patience and trust.
Till winter arrives to herald your grief.
Bleak though it might seem, in hope, trust you must.
Pour your hopes in a flask of spring’s belief.
Till wind takes you, for a flight, with a gust
And breeze makes of you a jocund mischief.
As your soul takes flight, your wounds shall be trussed.
In your joyous flight resides your relief.
O Autumn! You now have my heart and lust.
O Autumn! I name thee my heart’s thief.”
Written: 17th October 2012.
P.S As much as it is a poem about nature, while writing it, I had a different concept in my mind. In this poem, leaf represents a person tired of arduousness of life, yet still holding on. This is a poem praising steadfastness, “صبر” (Sabr), and the steadfast, “صابر” (Sabir). Autumn is a season of nature, thus a part of it, without which nature isn’t complete. Most affiliate Autumn with grief, yet Autumn, like grief, has it’s own beauty. Without grief, I believe, life might lose some of it’s sublime charms. “As your soul takes flight…” and “Till wind takes you…” are forms of expressions through mystic, or Sufi, point of view. Here is an indication towards “وصل” (Wasl).
I hope you enjoy this piece. =)
Photo Credits: A Painting by Michael Tolleson. I really liked this piece of art and wanted to share it with those who visit my blog.