Red Symbolism

So beautiful
this bright red leaf
passion lying there
dying
on the ground

I feel coolness beginning now
snap at naked heels
Mornings arrive
but the sun takes a while
to say ‘hello’
as mist marches down the path
like ghost’s I’ve loved
come from the past
all arriving at once

Overwhelmed in the floating grey
I watch it hide trees from view
and fight an insipid autumn sun
for possession of her sky

Yet,

nature sings its song
through thickness of the stew
ignoring all the ghost’s still
intent on play
but the sun in all her glory
was stronger than its might
and won the fight without a
word to say.

Trees shook off their shroud
and once again stood proud

The red leaf is dying
life goes on and
the past we’ve known is simply
somewhere we have been.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo                  *All rights reserved

*Yesterday I saw the most perfect red leaf on the ground. Not a bit of it was any other colour but red. I thought it so beautiful but, was reminded it was also so sad because it was so beautiful in its dying.

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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada and design custom made candles

40 thoughts on “Red Symbolism”

  1. This is stunning! Breath taking and so vivid~ I love the play of ghosts and the way you gave us many worlds to see within!
    Love these lines:
    “Overwhelmed in the floating grey
    I watch it hide trees from view
    and fight an insipid autumn sun
    for possession of her sky”

  2. Capturing the turn of the season, as symbolising, for me, the cycle of life, birth death, love, regret, anger, hope, fear, excaltation….. Everything…right there in that leaf….loved reading this

  3. Daydreamertoo,

    This poem took my breath away. I felt a shiver while reading the last two lines,” the past we’ve known is simply somewhere we have been…. Superb:)
    I love the single red leaf. Symbollic of so much.
    Eileen

  4. there’s a bitter sweet melody to this that I really enjoyed. The fight between sadness and joy, letting go and moving on. As much as we human beings like to fight it, natural law makes the rules and there is no getting around them.

  5. Autumn is when I feel most at home and your poem creates that bit of magic that makes me feel a part of the world. A gorgeous melancholy that invigorates because it reminds me I’m alive. Wonderful!

  6. love the way you carried the symbolism throughout, like the leaf/nature as metaphor, leaf in particular though, as it has its own life cycle, birth-green-maturity in autumn, to eventually being off on one’s own, and then the winter hits, only for the cycle to begin again. Great piece. Thanks

  7. Wild Sweet Peas too! So beautiful ranging from pale lavender to magenta along the roadside. So lovely mother nature used so many shades of orchid on just one plant… until you realize they are just different stages of death.

  8. as mist marches down the path
    like ghost’s I’ve loved
    come from the past
    all arriving at once …. this gave me such a powerful feeling… it was like a doorway, a threshold, a passage… well done.

  9. And in it’s dying we find grief for that means winter is coming to our reef haha captured the essence of the leaf, sure it would be proud but you made the other leave jealous in the crowd haha

  10. Brenda, such a beautiful poem, so many phrases that I loved! “snap at naked heels, and the sun takes a while to say “hello” was one of my favorites–That is exactly how it feels. A great poem. 🙂

  11. The lingering days of summer to welcome the Fall that was the experience of many.An experience so vividly rendered in your verse. Beautiful take, Bren!

    Hank

  12. Such a beautiful leaf and haunting poem. I could see the foggy coastal morning, we got them in Tofino too – and here from fall thru spring we have nothing but gray, sigh…….I much preferred coastal fog which lifted and dissipated thru the morning. Very poignant your closing lines……so hard to let go of the past.

  13. Every morning I wake, striving to reach that same perfect shade of red…but, I think it truly takes a lifetime, and once obtained, we are shaken from the limbs to allow the next generation to learn the same humbling lessons. Wow..I may be getting way more out than I should be, but this I think, is my new favorite, Bren…the symbolism of that red leaf is bleeding through your blog!

  14. What a pretty, touching piece. Those ghosts from the past always seem to come at me this time of year. This brought them close. But then…your closing words. Man. So perfect:

    the past we’ve known is simply
    somewhere we have been

    Yes.

  15. Love the ending…the past we’ve known is simply somewhere where we’ve been. I have to remember that and savor the thought!

  16. That is such a beautiful red leaf. We don’t get much of that in TX where our seasons are like passing cars (except summer heat). I really like:

    as mist marches down the path
    like ghost’s I’ve loved
    come from the past
    all arriving at once

  17. Damn, this took me back, all the way to ’88 and the day my dream of staying in Canada died. But if I had stayed, then I wouldn’t be blessed with Tinkerbell, so even though that dream, like your leaf died, something good became of it.
    A wonderful piece!

  18. i cant tell if that last comment went through or not bren…lovely imagery in this…i am a sucker for nature so you got me there….great closure on this as well…the past is where we were and not where we are today or need to stay….dying is a part of life….nice allusions to the season as well…

  19. this is one thing i still struggle with when it comes to autumn, the dying…but there is beauty in it…we need open eyes and open minds to see though.. love your sensitive voice in this bren

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