The Green Begins - a poem by Liam UiCearbhaill

Autumn has come early to California this year. Though the calendar claims that Summer still rules the hemisphere, the yellow leaves have begun to fall and the poison oak is bright red against the trunks of trees in the forest. I don't recall exactly when I wrote this poem, except that it was at this time of year when I was living in Sacramento (at least 15 years ago, probably closer to 18 years).

This poem is in the collection Poetry's Purpose

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The Green Begins

The Golden State is tarnished

As Autumn drops its leaves

And casts its ragged flotsam on the fields

The brown is overwhelming

It permeates my soul

As Summer Daze to Autumn Haze does yield

The Brown sets in

The dreariness of Autumn

With its light of smoky hue

Is prelude to the frigid days ahead

The daylight time is shortened

The nights grow ever long

As if the Earth itself prepares for bed

The Dark crowds in

Then raindrops from the heavens

Clean out the hazy air

And penetrate the litter of the Fall

The grass in Gaia’s bosom

Is tickled from its sleep

Its color is Her present to us all

The Green begins

Throughout the frigid Winter

With frost and rain and hail

The lushest grass and mosses can be seen

Their promise of the Springtime

And speech of life itself

Is spoken in their myriad shades of green

The Life Hope wins