By J Ann Crowder

Seasons are endless passages of time growing old as fig leaves shrunken and lost upon a disheveled shelf—leaving fear in our eyes
 
With each waking, golden visage resting upon many gifted mornings of grey doves and ashen skies kissing a verdant paradise, tomorrow inevitably appears
 
’Tis pure decadence to an eye’s pleasantries within a mere sight of light dashing and bouncing off a magical world of color
 
We long to snatch each glowing moment of such delights in jars—they become our dreams and wishes
 
In millenniums of space holding us upon a cradling universe, sculpted by mysteries in both heaven and sky, we muse within our minds—we stumble upon magic
 
We create our own speckled, starry skies with a life fulfilled by hope
 
Each sacred jar collected is a gossamer strand on a carefully crafted web of magic, weaving our dreams into reality
 
Within our royal season, we learn of life’s resplendence
 
Still, like all seasons, with time our mortal existence shrivels
 
As old fig leaves, we slowly wrinkle and change colors
 
We wax bold with wisdom, like earth giants disguised as ageless trees reaching for galaxies beyond their grasp
 
When young, we long to thrive off sapphire skies, anew and plush like silkin skins of vibrant, blossoming petals
 
By and by, we admire shriveled trunks, old and begat with dust, aging—leaves fallen by a soft, gusty wind
 
Thus, we long to become like an old fig tree—our bodies in like fashion growing
 
Fading in their seasons, burnt with forest reds, our bodies binding with earthy mud and growing cold upon winter’s end

Written February 21st. About life and it's seasons.

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Robert L. Martin
over 1 year

I guess that is one good way to look at old age. We are that old tree looking forward to the hereafter.

Vic
over 2 years

The fig tree is such a great metaphor for life! "Every tree is known by its own fruit; for from thorns men do not gather figs, nor from a bramble-bush gather they the grape" (Luke 6:44; Matt. 7:16); I'm glad that you chose it as well.

Do you know: The fig tree is the third tree to be mentioned by name in the Hebrew Bible. The first is the Tree of life and the second is the Tree of the knowledge of good and evil. Adam and Eve used the leaves of the fig tree to sew garments for themselves after the Fall, when they realized that they were naked!

Love the poem!

J Ann Crowder
J Ann Crowder
over 2 years

Wow! I didn't know that. It makes me want to open up the Bible and write another poem about a fig tree. God was definitely a poet when he wrote the bible, through his prophets.

J Ann Crowder
J Ann Crowder
over 2 years

Thank you!

Robert L. Martin
over 2 years

I feel ike that tree." fading in their seasons, burnt with forest reds." although I am proud of what I accumulated in my formative years

J Ann Crowder
J Ann Crowder
over 2 years

THANKYOU

Nelson D Reyes
over 2 years

Like the calluses in our hands, the deep lines in our faces, purple veins in our legs begging us to take a breather, sit down under the comfort and shade of a twisted "shriveled trunk aging tree...look up the sapphire sky once more, reminisce the vibrant silken skin of youth". Beautiful! Thank you Jenifer. Let's stay young forever beyond eternity into the "magical world of the universe, into the delights in jars". Fave, love.

J Ann Crowder
J Ann Crowder
over 2 years

THANKYOU!

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