November, 2004 - Nr. 11
Eternal Promise
Mist and fog have taken over from
sunny crispness.
Brilliant colours are replaced by smudged dull hues.
Waves of wetness travel spaces horizontally,
driven by winds from all corners of the earth.
In sheltered places pinks of summer blooms persist
among the falling leaves of sugar maples.
The ground appears as patchwork woven
with shades of green and yellow,
fiercely orange, even flaming red.
The blackened trunks of trees look lacquered,
slick and saturated by much rain,
persisting steadfast in their stance.
Dreams of growth, expansion, fruitfulness
are put to sleep amidst the swirling mi
st,
as squirrels rally, hectically anticipating winter.
Sadly we see foliage disappearing from the branches,
Knowingly we stand and shiver in the breeze.
Soon the air will turn from mild to ice, and snow
will blanket our ardent dreams of warmth.
Hardened ground will hold all life as dormant
as our wishes for return of clement weather.
Still, hope is present and begins to shine, if shyly,
in our hearts and minds as time moves on
towards festivities of all descriptions.
For mankind has but one desire, one dream of eternity,
reflected and symbolized in many different ways.
For most it is the passage of time and events
in distant lands, in dimming memories.
We celebrate, remember, our pagan ways
and our change to other forms of living,
yet holding on to our firm believes
that betterment and change are possible,
that redemption is a steppingstone
to everlasting freedom from oppression,
that on the other side of winter there is spring,
eternal life for unencumbered souls.
Every year we hope anew, begin again
the cycle of life, waiting to be freed
of our long endured and painful bondage.
Perhaps one day, one year, not far from now
we actually will see the change
that brings us inner peace forever,
when we will trust each other
and wish each other well!
October 30, 2004, Sybille
Copyright ©2004 Sybille Forster-Rentmeister
