THE REVOLUTION OF GREEN – WONDERFUL WEDNESDAY PODCAST – WEEK 3

Hi friends,

Take a gentle time out and listen as I read the words of one of my poems which honors change and seasons and autumn.

I hope it blesses you.

Thanks for listening…

Monique

THE REVOLUTION OF GREEN

What is it about autumn
that makes one want to write poetry–
compels one almost?
Or for that matter, what is it
about spring and winter…
and summer?

Seasons beckon change.
They rattle all that wants to
remain comfortable in us–
all our little issues
that need dismantling,
the way the trees dismantle the leaves
and toss them flippantly to the ground,
as if they will have nothing more to do with them,
as if they never knew them.

And then they disrobe completely
standing naked, bare
and unashamed
like Adam and Eve
before they wanted to know it all,
before they ran for cover…
and hid.

Seasons don’t allow for hiding.
It’s all out in the open–
light and darkness.
Both are needed
for the tumble of inner revolution
that reveals itself on the outside.
Both are needed
if there’s to be any growth.

Only after releasing the dried-up
dead leaves
and being willing to stand trembling and vulnerable
facing the unknown
in the crisp of winter
(clothed sometimes only in bitter frosts and white,
as if to add insult to injury),
only then are the new coats and dresses
slowly unveiled
and sent down the conveyor belts of nature–

once more wrapping the oaks, the willows
and birch trees
in the dignity of green
and shaking us alive
with Spring.

– Monique Amado

** Image credit: Ian Wang