WHERE THE DARKENING YEAR KEEPS ITS SECRETS
If you start to read the signs of the season you are straightaway sent on a search. The season itself is in search. And the blood red leaves falling to the ground can tell you that the signs are about love. The bird in the tree singing for her pair knows it. Ever and a day in the short summer nights her love has been away. But now when she seeks him he returns bearing the flame which she herself first brought to him. I know in my heart when the first frost bites that she has found her love again and he has found her. And you can go on searching, reading the signs, for who this bird is and what the song means. Your own heart tells you.
Yet the song remains tiny within the darkening year where the leaves and rain fall from the tree. Only its love is as deep as the red woods’ stain and the bird has no part in time’s regrets. Now is the time to sing the forever, when the heart has no ifs and sets free its yets. Still tiny the song in the rain and the bough where the darkening year keeps its secrets.
Autumn Trees
Sought Him (for H.)
No bird in the tree has more absolute need
for her pair that she sings to in autumn
than I do in fall when the red leaves bleed -
and she found her true love when she sought him.
Ever away in the short summer nights
he returns with the flame she first brought him.
I know in my heart when the first frost bites
that she found her true love when she sought him.
Song
Still tiny the song in the leaves and rain
where the darkening year keeps its secrets,
yet deep is the love in the red woods’ stain
and the bird has no part in time’s regrets.
I sing the forever and see it now
where the heart has no ifs and sets free yets,
still tiny the song in the rain and the bough
but the bird has no part in life’s regrets.
Best wishes, today,
Landar
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