Original DDE™ art: “The Old Mill” by: rob kistner © 10/7/23
In this moment, cloaked in early evening of waning October, as autumn tumbles towards winter, one knows the melancholy of the losing of the light. One feels the press of ever growing darkness, the solemnity of the advancing cold.
This is the time of endings, when the land falls dormant. This is the emptiness of harvest completed. This is death’s due vigil, when the realm is a’dance with specters, aglow with jack-o-lanterns. A reflective time when hearts hold fast to the sustaining hope of rebirth.
There settles an all-embracing quiet. From this deep silence rises an almost imperceptible murmur, like a breathless whisper. A hushed prayer of gratitude, in thanks for the harvest’s bounty, a prayer to humbly petition, with the eventual return of the light, the blessing of fruitful new life upon the now fallow land. We pray for the rebirth.
nature slumbers patiently
listening for spring
listening for the heartbeat
of new life resurrected
Original DDE™ surreal art: “The Time of Endings”
by: rob kistner © 10/7/23
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October Poems at: Poets & Storytellers