Fall is in the air
Ground littered with despair
Crinkled, crumpled brown leaves
Trodden under heavy feet
Swept away by winds
Fear not fallen leaves
Like the phoenix rising
Hidden in your fall
Lurks promises of spring
Bare tree standing tall
Left forlorn, naked today
Shivering winter dread ahead
Breaking bondage of tyranny
Waits calmly for spring
Waiting for resplendent leaves
Cover its shameful nakedness
O’ ye of lesser faith
Chaining yourself with goals
Failing, hiding in shadows
Learn from fallen leaves
What falls in fall
Be back in spring
This setback is temporary
Tomorrow is another day
Take wings, fly away
This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s November Yeats Challenge day One
I like the way your poem shifts from pessimism to optimism, despair to hope, from falling to flying away.
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I had to fly, sorry run, away to get my lunch. ☺
Glad that I did not see Kat Myrman’s research about “ger-eagle” before. Would have lost my appetite. Vultures before lunch would not have worked.
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I assumed it was similar to a gerfalcon, the ger bit referring either to its vulture-like size, or to the gyre, the arc of its flight.
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I have not read the original poem so I took the eagle to be a symbol of hope and flight. My mistake.
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I’m not sure it is a mistake. The eagle is a symbol of freedom and cold aloofness. I wouldn’t get sidetracked by the vulture idea—there aren’t any vultures in Ireland 🙂
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Thanks. I feel good.
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