An End To Everything

An End To Everything #1📆
 
Driving in the car,
Looking at the trees,
Sparser leaves, October colors,
Tree trunks near the one, the other;
Well defined, the birch and pine
The thing divine, and yet, and yet
One sees an end,
Witness to the mute sensation
That we know leads to
Regeneration, restoration,
Transitory incarnation.
 
Gloom, a little sense of doom,
But only in my world of thought.
The trees, the birds, the bees brought back
To meet the day
In some sweet way
As in the year before.
 
An end may be a mere changeover;
Trees and bees and glad pink clover
Clearer, nearer
Than appearance.
 
Hence a choice that is no choice
But ‘must’
Based on a trust
That is unseeable:
A viewpoint more agreeable.
 
There is an end to everything.
Yet yearly eyes send hope
That winter springs to life,
Brings life and energy and animation
To every atom of creation.
 
End an end: the oxymoron* of all time.
oxymoron | ˌɒksɪˈmɔːrɒn | noun
a figure of speech in which apparently contradictory terms appear in conjunction (e.g. faith unfaithful kept him falsely true).
 
An End To Everything #2 next day📆
I had forgotten that I’d written a #1. Who knows, perhaps it’s better.
 
Driving in the car again,
Passing, looking at the trees,
Thinking ‘temporaries’.
Autumn colors, sparser leaves,
Profiles of the tree trunks clearer,
Nearer, further from each another
Than they looked when seen before.
Now defined the birch and pine,
The sight divine to me.
 
Then comes philosophy:
Suddenly, reflectively one sees an end.
A little gloom, a little doom
(but only in my world of thought).
My mental room sees all those trees
As coming to an end. Then mind
Sends out a message
To the other mind Arlene:
They will revive.
Simple as that!
Spring will bring tree and green leaf back.
Hope springs eternal,
And the kernel of both gloom and doom
Recedes to come another day.
 
In the meantime mind doth play
The living game,
Acting, thinking all the same
As when before
it/I was in the car
Going for a drive.
An End to Everything10.22.2018/10.23.2018 Birth, Death & In Between III; Circling Round Time III; Arlene Nover Corwin
 
 
 
 
 

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