Untimely Passing

Look at Autumn leaves on a single tree
Some golden as the sun
Sparkling in the rain
Some turning crimson red
Brilliant, shouting to be seen
Some living green as always
Not fretting their turn—

In the midst a few gave up
Oh! The shades they could have been
Beauty shed through cold and early shadows
Instead fell to the ground, trampled
Torn, underfoot, unnoticed
Nature’s suicide of sorts—

Long before due
Once alive
They lost hope
They ceased shining
For fear of dying
With the grace provided —

Why not yield to changing colors
That proclaim a life well lived and still —

Rather than a bitter end of
colorless color


dVersepoetspub.com prompt for Thursday is no prompt. Open link. Open of choice. Each day brings new observations and insights. I am noticing the trees as they slowly turn. I am noticing the ones that just seem to abruptly die with no fanfare at all. And I compare it to life that has lost its ability and will to color anymore.

Have a nice weekend. Color your world!

About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. I love Jesus and sharing my faith through written words. I currently have a poetry blog and also write on medium.com. My main focus is hope in Christ. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused.
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7 Responses to Untimely Passing

  1. V.J. Knutson says:

    I am all for yielding to colour – to follow the seasons and go out in a burst of flaming hues. Wouldn’t that be glorious. Nicely written.


  2. A powerful message here, Mary. Your word pictures brought me through hope and splendor and sorrow and despair. Have a blessed Saturday, sister.


  3. Gina says:

    loved your reflections Mary. some lives just flutter and are gone, that was very thought provoking to me. why do some lives feel they are less worthy than others and allow grace to elude them? nature speaks so strongly and vividly to you.


  4. “It’s better to burn out than to fade away.”… as Neil Young sings… but maybe being ablaze is the only way to bring colors..


  5. Frank Hubeny says:

    Nice lines: “Why not yield to changing colors
    That proclaim a life well lived and still —”


  6. Grace says:

    Yield to the changing colors, I love your last 4 lines. What is a life if it is without colors?


  7. This stands out to me: “They ceased shining
    For fear of dying.” And I hope that never happens.


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