Poem by Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon (1829-1879)


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The Fall of the Leaf



    Earnest and sad the solemn tale
        That the sighing winds give back,
    Scatt'ring the leaves with mournful wail
        O'er the forest's faded track;
    Gay summer birds have left us now
        For a warmer, brighter clime,
    Where no leaden sky or leafless bough
        Tell of change and winter-time.

    Reapers have gathered golden store
        Of maize and ripened grain,
    And they'll seek the lonely fields no more
        Till the springtide comes again.
    But around the homestead's blazing hearth
        Will they find sweet rest from toil,
    And many an hour of harmless mirth
        While the snow-storm piles the soil.

    Then, why should we grieve for summer skies -
        For its shady trees - its flowers,
    Or the thousand light and pleasant ties
        That endeared the sunny hours?
    A few short months of snow and storm,
        Of winter's chilling reign,
    And summer, with smiles and glances warm,
        Will gladden our earth again.



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Written on 2023-06-05 at 00:40

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Wow this is deep.

Cycle of seasons is like the cycle of life. To observe the seasons is to understand life as a whole.

Sometimes we meet resistance in life, which can be compared to the seasons of fall and winter, where trees lose their leaves and some animals go to hibernate.
When spring and summer comes, they will flourish again.

Something to reflect about.

Well done and God bless!