Autumn Poems

Evergreens

This time of year

I am grateful for the evergreens

When their fickle deciduous neighbors are

Shedding their colors right and left

Clogging up the drains

All bare bones and branches now

The evergreens at least

Are holding out

Not making any

Hasty decisions

Except the ever always decision

To hang onto what they have

As long as they can

And keep reaching

Towards the sky

© 2013 Julie Clark

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Wind and Rain

Wind and rain

are good for waking a soul

from slumber

No sleep walking

when there is

a shaking, blowing

bracing wind

to contend with

and rain dampening

the leaves

scattered and swished

into patterns

as if a giant mixer

had them in it’s bowl and turned them out

across lawn and street

red plum, orange japanese maple,

yellow birch

Let my soul be awakened and shaken

My life lived

full of patterns and abundant in colors

alert to the possibilities

of each new day

that half closed eyes

may miss.

© 2013 Julie Clark

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Autumn

The ancients figured it out for us.

They made sundials and drew up calendars.

The weather complies when it wants to.

This year in the Northwest

It aligned, and on the day it was supposed to

Autumn arrived.

We wistfully said good-bye to our long dry summer.

It was time.

The grass and trees were very thirsty.

If we want the amazing spring and summer colors

And plenty of snow in the mountains

Providing our rivers with water

Than, we must submit to the change of seasons.

When we are listening we can hear the message

That each season speaks to us.

The season has just begun and my trees are slowly turning

I want to be listening as I rake and pile leaves

As I smell wood burning in neighborhood chimneys

What message will I hear this year?

© 2013 Julie Clark

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Omaha

The Omaha winter

Stretches its fingers

Into the fall

With crisp blasts of air

It’s a warning

To prepare

“Don’t take me lightly!”

She says

“I am just around the corner.”

The swirling colors

Of the trees

Take their time

To reply

“OK, OK,

We’re leaving

We’re leaving.”

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The Last of the Plum Tree Leaves

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The last of the plum-tree leaves

Are stubbornly hanging on

They have been through storms of rain

And shaking wind

As the darkness keeps growing

Encasing us on both sides of the day

Their fallen comrades have been raked

Piled and composted several times now

Storm drains cleared again and again

Keeping a lake from forming in the middle of our street

When will these last holdouts succumb

To the pull of gravity and their fate?

What still clings to me, dead and dying?

What still needs to go of my negative attitudes and unbelief?

Impatience and arrogance

O Wind shake them off!

What about doubt and despair?

Yes, please come and blow them away too!

Something in me wants to hibernate for a while

I am ready to

Let the outer bareness take over

And surrender

To an inner working

Where strength slowly gathers

Like sap in the inner core

Eventually after a long winter’s rest

To give way to new life and being

But not just yet

Let the rain, darkness and wind come!

Shake me once again

Until all has fallen that needs to fall

For this season I now embrace

© 2011 Julie Clark

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Leaves aflame

Leaves aflame

With sun light fire

Seen through

The stained glass

Reminds me of

The night sky

Falling

With shooting stars

Falling, falling

All is falling

It is time for the earth

To renew itself again

Aided by time and gravity

Keeping it all here

The death and the dying

The brokenness and the shame

They aren’t going with us

When we fly

© 2011 Julie Clark

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Trees After the Rain

The trees are still raining

After the clouds have stopped.

What memories, oh Ancient Ones,

Do you have locked in your rings

That we have need of knowing?

Is it that heaven is still mourning

It’s separation from earth?

(c)2010 Julie Clark

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