“Appalachian Autumn Womb”
I drive eastward out of Upstate New York, smoking bidis.
The dull monotony of interstate gloom
turns abruptly into rural joy;
small mountains replace the small,
depressed cities of post-industrial New York.
Cows are seen more often than people.
Small farms dot the landscape
when there is a break in the roughness of the topography.
Most of the rural routes are lined with stone fences
barely visible through the tangled brush,
a reminder that people had once come here
to conquer the land,
chopping down the forests,
using the abundant rocks they found
when trying to farm
as walls.
The forest has returned,
its thickness
a testament to the strength of nature;
the presumptuousness of those walls
a testament to humanity’s hubris.
I pass by tourists
Who take pictures of the landscape.
Green countryside turns to
orange, brown, and yellow.
But I enter her,
take long walks in the woods,
assaulted by the colors, above, below,
and on all sides.
I fast for days in this forest womb of ambient color,
the long Autumn shadows
and ever more barren trees
a soft reminder of the cold winter ahead,
a reminder that nature celebrates death
as well as life.
These tourists cannot see
That while the forest is pretty
From the roadside
Its true beauty
Is found within.
Appalachia 1997
Previously published in the book Handprints on the Womb and the journal Written River
Oh, how beautiful! Yes, you captured the true beauty of the forests, hills, meadows and mountains of this precious land.
The rock walls always remind me of Robert Frost’s poem, “Mending Walls.”
By: Linda M. Rhinehart Neas on October 3, 2011
at 4:59 pm
Absolutely Awesome! You can image this in your mind and feel the serenity in instills.
By: pastorpadre on September 21, 2012
at 3:28 pm
Thanks Padre! You are appreciated. I hope the autumn brings a rich harvest at your church!
By: theodorecosmosophia on September 21, 2012
at 4:10 pm
Wonderful words – makes me nostalgic for a place I have never been and for those I have.
By: Shari on September 22, 2012
at 8:11 am
Thank you
By: theodorecosmosophia on September 22, 2012
at 12:30 pm
I have never been in that forest, and yet it seems so familiar. Maybe it;s the one I will visit that I do not know about yet! either way I can not wait to see it with my eyes, because my senses have been there due to the eloquence of your experience. Thank You Ted!
By: maria castro fierro on September 23, 2012
at 10:52 pm
Thank you!
By: theodorecosmosophia on September 23, 2012
at 11:26 pm