Hi Paul:
Greetings from Manhattan. To observe the leaves changing on the trees from April to December, is to see, in a vivid way, the pattern of life that governs us all. Here is the poem “Late Autumn at Centerport,” from my 2009 collection, Green Vistas.
Best wishes,
Charles Pierre
Late Autumn at Centerport
By Charles Pierre
Spring unfurled from ripening buds,
and a balmy summer preserved
the deep greens of oak and maple
on hillsides across the harbor
A month ago, the reds and golds
were bright distractions, but today,
descending a hill to this beach
through the bitter December air,
I feel the withering absence
of colors that once filled the trees.
Fallen leaves are now visible,
black and rotting in the shallows.
Here, the full cycle of seasons
has yet to pass, but today,
having seen this much of the year,
I know my end ahead of time.
CHET BAKER:
Hi Paul:
Thanks for posting “Late Autumn at Centerport,” and for providing such a fine setting for it. I have always been a fan of Chet Baker’s music — and of your photographs! Best wishes for the holidays to you and Eileen.
Sincerely,
Charles
Hi Charles; I loved “Late Autumn at Centerport” It s very profound, sobering and emotional, even though it is depressing.
I think most people understand that the seasons parallell our lives.
I tapped into the word “time” at the end of the poem to choose the soft spoken jazz performer Chet Baker who plays trumpet and vocals on this version of “Time After Time.” So many have recorded this song,but his soft, jazz style seemed to fit with your poem.
Thanks again for allowing me post your work on Blogfinger.