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If I Have To Die, Gentle Be It
Leaf-Shadowed
Leaf-shadowed crossroads brighten
the longer I pause -- indecisive --
but nearer a sun setting, knowing
I'm prompted to choose when
to push forward into that good night.
It won't matter what road I travel.
An autumnal tide washes me out of summer.
Humidity shudders. Breezes brush lines of starch linen
where the child played beneath her gathered skirt,
a white envelopment in fading light.
6.16.24
When I finish with this one, I'll add it to the Memorial collection for my brother's celebration of life this summer.
Former title: Frost Meet Dylan On Your Journey To The Sun
Poem in another form was the introduction of a now deleted Quill nominated Autumn Poetry collection. It's a blog entry now with all the linked poems that still remain.
I would have read both poems, but before approach knew that each poet embraced a different style and preferred Frost over Stevenson...which I grew up on, read to me by animated mother at bedside.
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