harvest present
versus
autumn 'leaving'
burned-over dreams in the rusted oil drum
behind our faded house of fallen child
midwest blown by dark thundered storm
hedged branches, clumped together on the lawn
waiting to become ashes wafted cumulus
piles of browned cuttings lost to history
yet writing stems up greening between
lined cracks in the disjointed concrete walk
behind our parsonage, weeds of wonder
between hard slabs of the displaced past
in front, raking my fallen memories up
shoving those windblown scatterings
off our green lawn, dumping them over
down into a gully-ditched pile
rising up, 3 feet of dry-colored splash
a crinkly mass of discarded leaving
bursting red-scarlet, yellow-gold, orange, and tan
for struggling kids-of-heart to jump in
-Daniel Wilcox
First pub. in Words-Myth Magazine,
then in the poetry collection, Dark Energy
Diminuendo Press, Texas
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Leaving Off Leaving
Leaving in the fall of harvested years
Dark colors shade and give to grayness,
Vibrant and vivid memories fade away
Scattering with the barren wind of winter;
The past burst of life firework-spangled
Now only falls dead embered and ashed,
Sometimes one last fizzle of brief autumn.
Leaving off leaving
Leaving behind our shining, aspiring dreams
Dark forebodings rise, failed hopes fragment,
Broken crumbling shale of envisioned plans
Crunch under the shifting strata of history;
Now only grit, gravel and dust remain, 'ore'
The grimmed remainders of old 'talings.'
Leaving off leaving
Leaving off these soul somber dirges, we go
Deeply inward to the eternal equator
Of the transcendent within our inner becoming
Where ‘psalms’ forever green in their vivid verdancy
Of that brilliant light that candled the cosmos;
Behind this anguished world so fallen to despair,
Shines forth one Ultimate’s ideal, the shimmering
Lodestar of illuminable-illimitable
Beauty and glorious perfection.
Leaving off leaving
Regrets--life's most wept weapings, keen,
Laments leafing we never stop shedding,
Streams flow ever ill-crease and redden
The puffy setting of our swollen eyes.
Our plummeting wailing into the dark catacombs
Of elder age like black matter, forgiven wrongs
And destroyed hopes refuse to leave our troubled self
Dimming the Light shining into becoming.
Leaving this leaving
Relentless remorse and despair cancers away
Morning from tearing up in geysered joy.
And we grieve our journey'd 'trial' to demise,
Our only hope the Everlasting Divine.
Leaving
--Daniel Wilcox
First pub. in the poetry
collection, selah river
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Fall Impression
In that fall of Nebraska's weather so dying,
Sun-jaded trees ungreened and thundered color
Reverberating the world, 'Gogh'ing to the limit;
They left tremoring rainbows burst earth-bound and shingled
In that wind--melted yellow, orange, and maroon,
Fingerpaints jagged, leaved in those black wrought branches;
Then with the stroke of more rogue northerly gusts,
The zagged etchings counter-wheeled in swirling emotion—
Hacking our senses, 'hueing' our minds until acrylic glazed--
And so reeled and rolled diagonally down in that kaleidoscoping Monet.
--Daniel Wilcox
First pub. in The Write Side Up
and Dark Energy poetry collection
In the Light,
Daniel Wilcox
