They were once new too ...

I was standing outside in the late fall last year, and was looking at the dead and dying vegetation in front of me. Potential. I guess that's what struck me most. Everything once had its day. This field of weeds that were facing the frost with sad determination. But with resignation. And, as it always is when I look closely at nature, I was struck with the similarities we have with the rest of nature. And how much a part of it we are.


They Were Once New Too
Christopher Bogart

They were once new too,
These high boys of the corn,
Their green shoots full
Of the warmth of a new summer sun.

They waved then too
With warm wind willing,
Flirting in their callow ways, their stays
Were brief, transparent,

Transient lovers of the earth, these
Musky brothers, cavorting in summer sheaves.
Swaggering through morn, staggered in the fields,
Full of their own promise and the ever gentle warmth,

Their close breath borne on the late summer wind,
A faint whisper in the ears, they bear
A hot exhale filled with their fears,
Their moisture running, drained to barren ground.

The sound of their short climactic reigns
Pound the slowly darkening, cumulus sky.
They live the last of summer’s ecstasy, only
To die in the dim light of autumn’s brown eyes.