It Is Enough

The trails beckoned me to them yesterday and I couldn’t help but stop a few times and take in the beauty. The view was more important than my pace.

It was good for my body and soul.

I can’t remember how I found this poet, but I’m thankful I did. He has a way with words. Check out his website here.

And Is It Not Enough?

And Is it not enough that every year

A richly laden autumn should unfold

And shimmer into being leaf by leaf,

It’s scattered ochres mirrored everywhere

In hints and glints of hidden red and gold

Threaded like memory through loss and grief,

When dusk descends, when branches are unveiled,

When roots reach deeper than our minds can feel

And ready us for winter with strange calm,

That I should see the inner tree revealed

And know its beauty as the bright leaves fall

And feel its truth within me as I am?

And Is it not enough that I should walk

Through low November mist along the bank,

When scents of woodsmoke summon, in some long

And melancholy undertone, the talk

Of those old poets from whose works I drank

The heady wine of an autumnal song?

It is not yet enough. So I must try,

In my poor turn, to help you see it too,

As though these leaves could be as rich as those,

That red and gold might glimmer in your eye,

That autumn might unfold again in you,

Feeling with me what falling leaves disclose.

by Malcolm Guite

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  1. Monica on November 12, 2019 at 5:08 am

    I love that poem…thank you for sharing it!

    • marieg on November 15, 2019 at 8:21 am

      Glad you enjoyed it, Monica!

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