TREE IN AUTUMN (Poem)
III Creavitity in the Osho Zen Tarot
TREE IN AUTUMN
Actaeon was turned
into a hunted stag
for his temerity.
I am rooted dumbstruck
when I surprise a Goddess
at Her bath, golden dress dropped
in a sudden sweep around Her feet,
slim arms still arched above Her head,
the long fall of night suffused
by Her naked grace.
TREE IN AUTUMN
Actaeon was turned
into a hunted stag
for his temerity.
I am rooted dumbstruck
when I surprise a Goddess
at Her bath, golden dress dropped
in a sudden sweep around Her feet,
slim arms still arched above Her head,
the long fall of night suffused
by Her naked grace.
Before fall is completely past, I thought I'd post this 1994 poem of mine. I saw this tree at night from a bus window. I'd never seen a tree that had clearly dropped all its leaves at once around it, nor leaves that were such a lovely yellow. The impact of this vision stayed with me for the rest of the several hour bus ride.
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‘til next time, keep dreaming,
Roswila
[aka: Patricia Kelly]
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posted by Roswila @ 7:34 AM
2 Comments:
An excellent concept to turn the seeing of the fallen leaves into goddess shedding her robes!
I imagine a Wordsworth type would have made that an extended metaphor as part of a much longer poem :-)
oino
My response to the sight was an awe I could only compare to that of a sacred, accidental vision. And I love trees, so a Goddess was an immediate association.
Ah, I have wondered about the length of this poem. I have felt it might want to be longer. Yet when I sat with it to let it go further, it refused to. Guess it didn't want to follow in Wordsworth's footsteps. :-)
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