[MD] Painting: Autumn

[MarshaV]

Here Alone, On the Mountain

    by Patricia Monaghan

 

 

>From this height I can see

everything.  I watch the day

recede, I watch the light

fade into red, I watch 

the brown leaves fall to Earth.

It is time to strip to the bone.

Time to measure the worth

of each moment, to catch 

the last ones left before night.

Soon enough red fades to gray.

Soon enough we cease to be.

 

Look there: an eagle rises

as the first star gleams.

Now listen: far away

an owl's deep moaning song

cuts through the chilling air.

I am standing here alone.

Standing head back, breasts bare

to the wind.  I belong

to the Earth now, the sky,

to myself and to my dreams,

with no masks left, no disguises.

 

You who would love me now

beware.  I am all fire

and blood.  I have no time

for those who cannot feel

the way through flesh to soul.

My life is now half-gone.

But each night left is whole.

Each day can now reveal

how life is most sublime

when fastened to desire.

>From here, all time is now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

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"He who neglects the present moment throws away all he has."  
  (Friedrich von Schiller)