[Word & Question 17: the poetry challenge originated by Enbrethiliel]
Question: Is silence deep enough for dreaming?
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LATE AUTUMN LYRIC
Silence engenders dreams, and dreams breed silence,
Especially in autumn, when the trees
Along the thoroughfares in Arlington
Are rusty brown, the leaves all papery like
The feathers of a crepe-paper turkey.
November sun today is “summery
On the hill’s shoulder,” as the Great One once wrote,
The susurrus of balmy autumn breezes
Agitating the asphalt-strewn foliage
Like so many memories of balked affection.
The Sunday light creates an ineffable
Longing for lasting things, and makes the things of earth
Shine with significance beyond the mundane.
A glass of wine rests on the desk, accepting
The quiet grace of early afternoon.
It is our God alone who satisfies
The restless heart and mind and soul. The thorns
In the flesh, the wound in the heart, the life
Vulnerable, precarious, and blest –
O Lord of seasons and of suns, have mercy.