On “Autumn Leaves”, by John Everett Millais.
Four women in the field.
Three young women and a little girl.
Late afternoon, trying to accomplish her job,
gathering dead autumn leaves, to set them on fire,
and, then, like vestals of modern times,
worship the flame that will rise,
symbol of the changing seasons,
moved by hard and harsh the wheels of time.
Saving leaves from being slowly burned
by the cold of winter,
giving them quick earth’s disengagement,
by the fire that will consume them.
They will leave the land bare and virgin,
sanctified and prepared for the miracle of spring.
In the background, the sun that gilded the day,
prepares itself for the retreat:
will make its journey to brothers beyond horizons,
remaining, however, its promise of an eternal reborn.
This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©