The Wind Calls
The wind calls me: it rustles leaves
Dressed in their autumnal finery,
Varicolored, they dance, and ask me
To join with them in the swirling cascade-
Reds, golds, yellows, oranges: how I love
The season. I haven’t danced in a long time.
I know something the leaves don’t:
The whirling, swirling madness is
A dance of death. In order for there to be
A dance next year, this year’s dancers
Must fall to the ground exhausted,
And give themselves up to nourish
The generation:who will come in spring..
I used to dance: didn’t know better.
Thought I would live forever,
Listened to the wind and capered on
Oblivious to what my heart was telling me.
Perhaps it wasn’t my heart. I confuse
Heart and brain so often. Whatever it was
Talked to me of the leaves’ death,
And I so did not want to die.
I stopped dancing.
All things die in time,
Nothing lives forever, and to live
In fear of dying is to have died already,
And that’s worse. So I hear the wind
Calling me, beckoning me with its cool breath
And I see my partners, all dressed for the ball,
Twirling in the branches. They look so splendid.
I have decided to join them, fate be damned.
I want to dance, I intend to dance,
The wind invites: I will dance.
October 18, 2010
Chip Bergeron
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In fear of dying is to have died already,
Wise words, friend... ...I find the wind very inspiring as well. Thank you, Chip. Love and peace,
Regis
Warmly,
Sage
Be always safe,
Karen
Lovely reflections here, not just a reaction to change and its inevitability but an understanding of it.
John
cheers,
dan