Poem: An Autumn Lesson by Jessica Cauthon

An Autumn Lesson by Jessica Cauthon

Eternal silence,
Only the world encloses me.
Alone I stand
At the base of nature,
At the foot of an old oak tree.

It’s stature: tall,
Within clouds’ reach,
Its body sways
At the brisk winds’ call,
The trunk of the old oak tree.

I close my eyes
And deeply inhale
I breathe a hint
Of sweet tree sap,
The blood of the old oak tree.

My hand goes out
To touch the dark bark.
So rough and ridged,
Brittle; it breaks away.
The skin of the old oak tree.

I tilt my head
To look above
At all the beautiful leaves,
The autumn winds have changed them now,
These clothes of the old oak tree.

Eternal silence,
Only I can enclose me.
Alone I learn
From the base of nature.
I learned from an old oak tree.

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