10 Gedichten door Carla Roovers
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Autumn
what is the reason
of this season
we now behold
the naked trees
one sees
look cold
the rustling leaves
out there in sheaves
are old
but remember one thing
with the coming of spring
new leaves will unfold
a promise of giving
a new life worth living
you're never too old
Autumn 2
from green to brown
the leaves are turning
some a bright red
as if they're burning
some still a tiny yellow sun
and when they fall
the wind is chasing them
once on the ground
they will be trodden
and after rain
get very sodden
then slowly waste away
because they are not meant to stay
and if you listen
you may hear
their whisperings
not about fear
but deep felt joy
for becoming food
for next year's leaves
makes them feel good
autumn 3
autumn calling
leaves are falling
once again
every season
has a reason
therefore, when
after winter cold
new leaves unfold
once again
we know the reason
for every season
trees
a million trees
from tall to small,
some stand alone
some form a wall.
dressed in green or red or yellow
some look stern
and some look mellow.
branches up
or hanging down
some are smiling
some do frown.
they will be there
for times to follow
some on a ridge,
some in a hollow
firmly rooted in the soil
never moving anywhere
yet sharing beauty being there
untitled
I don’t know where I’m going
but sure there is a why
‘t might be by bike or boeing
up high there in the sky
there also must be reasons
that I‘ve not yet found out
for the turning of the seasons
and what life is about
I’m going through the motions
of sleeping, work and feed
without yet any notions
of what I really need
it might be love or sorrow
but really I don’t care
there’ll always be tomorrow
it’s good to be aware
untitled
temperature soaring
then suddenly roaring
the sound of a mowing machine
scent of freshly cut grass in my nose
it’s just one of those
days
we’ll have to accept
no tears to be wept
it’s what life is about
enjoying to ‘be’
I hope you can ‘see’
what I mean
intitled
a weird silence reigning
the atmosphere draining
my body and mind
not a leaf that is moving
as if disapproving
the lack of a breeze
no sound can be heard
from a dog nor a bird
only ‘waiting’ around
for ‘things to come’, anticipated
but just ‘what’, can’t yet be stated
this hot late afternoon
it might be showers
for us and the flowers
I’m sure we’ll know soon
untitled
I can't cast spells to make it storm
I'm just another earthly worm
biting the dust…
the house does need cleaning
and so does my mind
what might be the meaning
of thoughts of this kind?
untitled
paper is silent
it’s words that make noise……
untitled
when cuddling up by candlelight
even the longest winter night
will be too short……