Back in 1997, I self-published a book of poetry called The King’s Gift: Poems and Parables. It contained this one that I titled “Change”:
In autumn, the trees start to sing once again
of the bittersweet mystery of change.
Is it beauty or pain
now attached to my soul?
Is it grief…
…or relief…
…or nostalgia?
In the scarlet and gold,
the blood-red of life’s hold on my heart
and the warmth of its love
mingles memories and years
into afternoon tears
falling softly
…as leaves…
…to the ground.
I feel this way every fall. The change in light makes everything seem altered and thrown back into the past — until my eyes adjust and my brain catches up. Then the brilliance of the season kicks in. I really love Fall for its ability to draw out a range of emotion and hold it, fully aware and unashamed, in its transient environment.
Text and photographs © 2016, Priscilla Galasso. Poetry © 1997, Priscilla Galasso. All rights reserved.
Fall really feels like that entry into the underworld of healing so we can rise again in the spring. The nostalgia of warmer nights past.
Great work!
I can foresee some true cocooning in my near future! Thanks for your visit.
Yes! All of it!
Thanks, Michael. Sending you warmth and comfort.
Verses and photos are beautiful. I liked the intimate leaf close-ups as well as the closing shot, with the church rising behind that colorful foreground.
Thanks, Egidio!
So wonderful to see you post again. I loved the poem and images. Just beautiful!
Thanks, Anne. I’m recycling old posts because my media library is full. To be honest, I’m really enjoying the re-discovery of all I’ve created!
Just keep posting!