Returning

When I wrote it I wrestled with whether or not to included the personal pronouns, decided to go with them as I think then the death metaphor becomes accessible. I wanted the poem to be able to be read on the level of fall turning to winter, bring that picture to the mind, or of personal death, bringing them both together in the reader's mind as one image, the same. The whole idea is a statement of belief: that when we die, like with the leaves in fall, we return to the Earth. Kind of my version of ashes to ashes.... Thanks for the read, and the thoughts, appreciated. Alobar (Just my two cents, spend them on gum if you wish.)

Thank you Richard, coincidentally I wrote the poem in the morning, sitting on the couch, drinking coffee,watching new leaves growing rather than dying on a lovely spring morning. It just sort of came. Poetry serves two purposes (when its good): it satisfies the writer, and pleases the reader. Glad this one lived up to that. Alobar (Just my two cents, spend them on gum if you wish.)

Shelter? I'm getting some odd images in my mind with that comment, I must say. How was it Zevon put it... oh yeah: "Dug up her grave and built a cage with her bones, Excitable boy they all said." Seriously, thanks for the read, and taking the time to comment. Always appreciated. Alobar (Just my two cents, spend them on gum if you wish.)

Yes, it is about peace. Without peace there is violence, and nobody wants to end that way. thanks as always. Alobar (Just my two cents, spend them on gum if you wish.)