Mark Scrivener

Poetry Poems Original Verse

Monday, June 22, 2015

TO A LIQUID AMBER TREE


TO A LIQUID AMBER TREE

Through summer rain and sun your season's worth
Was in the flourishing of green life, bringing
Leaf-mantle's shade, rich on the morning earth,
Wide-fingered branches sheltering the singing,
Light-winged inhabitants of their. But since
Eternal time soft-turns till autumn's caught
The dawning sun in misty breath that hints
At grey-eyed winter's sharp and frosty thought
You have transformed your sun-born plenitude
To constellations of wild stars, flame-hued.

As golden as a harvest moon arising
Through eastern night's autumnal, misty skies,
As yellow as a candle flame aspiring
To cheer with single light night-wintered eyes,
As red as west-descending solar face
Farewelling day through scattered cloud,
Are these your leaves, still hanging in their place,
But changing to a multi-coloured crowd.
Like youthful memories made jewels by years,
Soon shed as silently as secret tears.

Such is the raiment of the days, once green
With expectations of arising powers:
A prospect of accomplishment that's seen
To fade to golden failings with the hours
That flee in multitudes as fleeting days
And pass too swiftly through the flying years.
Forever to the future passing, plays
Hard time's relentless march, and in our ears
All that once was of hope and purposed reason
Is melody now lost in fading's season.

The gold-red leaves are shed and flutter down,
Lie brittle now before the winter's birth;
And from remembered glory die to brown,
And vanish in the all-absorbing earth.
Bare branches are a skeleton of tree,
The seeming death of life's green flame, imploring
Repeal of winter's temporal decree,
And trembling in the freezing wind's rough warring.
And in the season of the early frost
The memory of bursting life seems lost.

But deep is life and time has phoenix wings,
And every dying is a being born,
And all that's lost is secret gain and brings,
Like night, a never-lived-before, new dawn.
So winters bring new buds of spring, allow
The sole bird of the fire-death to soar,
Declaring life in ever-fuller power,
Its new-born glory greater than before...
And thus in time time's endless purpose shows;

And thus in time time's tree forever grows.

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