Curtain Call

Allow me at my end to be like these
Descending leaves that elegantly dance
Their final scene, expressing festive peace
As they take leave of life. Still colorful,
They ornament the sky as Fall’s sun slants
To warm their gold, release their sweet fragrance.
They’ve felt their feebling stems, and known the call
Of gravity’s exuberant release,
Accepting the approach of their decease
With bliss. They leave their limbs and calmly fall
In pirouettes; slow-dancing with the breeze,
They fill the air below their trees’ expanse,
Content with or without an audience
To witness this performance – this, their last –
By spring’s or summer’s beauty unsurpassed.
Allow me, at my end, to be like these.



Cynthia Erlandson

Cynthia Erlandson has had poetry published in First Things, Modern Age, Anglican Theological Review, Touchstone, The Book of Common Praise (Reformed Episcopal Church Hymnal), and Forward in Christ. Her first book, a collection of poems for the Church year called These Holy Mysteries, is available on Amazon. The incarnation of the spiritual in the physical -- the gift of being able to know our Creator through His creation because we are made in His image -- is an important theme to her. As a Personal Trainer and Senior Fitness Specialist, she helps people with the physical side of life.


'Curtain Call' have 2 comments

  1. November 12, 2020 @ 5:22 pm Michael Redmond

    What radiant, beautiful, gracious language! Thank you!

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