#51 & #52

[Mira]

#51

 

A lone piece of newspaper

Floats through the breeze

 

Information discarded and lost.

 

No one cares for week old sports scores

The Penuts comics are all reprints

Those faces in the obituaries never belonged to the living

And foreign conflicts have never touched me

 

A lone piece of newspaper

Floats through the breeze

Flanked by a cloud

Of orange autumn leaves.

 

#52

 

One leaf remains on the old maple tree

 

Orangish,

Yellowish,

Reddish,

Brown.

 

It shivers in the wind and seems to say,

"I will not let go"

"I will not give up"

"As long as I hold on

Winter will hold up."

 

But that gnarled old man

Has never stalled for stubborn leaves.

And sure enough, crisp Autumn wind

Becomes cold Winter breeze.

[Tanuchan]

I really like these, Mira... it brings to me images of Summer fading into Autumn, and Autumn itself disappearing into Winter's grasp. There's a melancholy conveyed by the old newspaper imagery that fits my mood by the time Autumn would come, and I think many who have enjoyed the happy antics of Summer can relate to that melancholy. #52 is a nice complement to that feeling, and I can see myself looking at that lone maple leaf and wishing it would hold.

 

Thanks for sharing these

 

~Tanny