A Sunday Afternoon Poem

The Parting

there is no place where leaves can fall

where the Earth will not love to embrace

as no color deep could hope to enthrall

my heart more than the gift of your grace

for the seasons not a time for change

but a change for time to draw a breath

and with its canvas rearrange

light from dark, life from death

as terraced gardens disappear

milkweed pods their children strayed

adrift on songs we've yet to hear

the invisible law to be obeyed

and with each part the parting goes

the autumn winds, the summer seeds

adrift beneath the winter snows

with noble dreams and daring deeds

So let time not into pieces go

where one without the other marks

a broken part of the heart we know

complete, and sails where love embarks 

~ Peter Ledermann