The Modesty of the Earth

The Earth undresses in the Morning breeze
and I catch the leaves as the Summer leaves.
This falling blazonry, these bunting reds
by Autumn’s horn are blown to shreds
to lie forlornly on the ice-green lawn,
the raiment of a Goddess, now outworn.
Such heraldry and pageant: “Let it go!”
She sings in verses only catchers know,
“My garment shall adorn the barren ground…”
Her gown falls silently ever down
in slow procession of its motley hues
which, one by one, her modesty must lose.

14 thoughts on “The Modesty of the Earth

    1. I really appreciate your comment. Thank you so much. Strange how often the poems
      I hesitate to post are the ones that people like the most. Strange, and scary.

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  1. It really is magical… I love the idea of thr garment falling ti the ground, makes me thing of the leaves as folds of red and gold silk. (And makes me want to go and catch falling leaves)

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