Not all colors fade away, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker.
Not all colors fade away
Some defiantly stay
Providing a bright warm bouquet
On a cold winter day
And so they say:
“Look, it is not all dismay
Just note what we, for you, display!”
© Thorsten Becker
Snow on wild apples, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker.
Autumn’s last days
Graced by winter’s first breath
Snow on wild apples
© Thorsten Becker
Woodland creatures features – Part 4, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker.
After we’ve sat in silence for a while, exchanging mustering glance’
The prince of deers began conversing with me, standing in solid stance
“I much desire to ask you a question, long it has been on my mind
Please do tell, do not be offended, be so kind
But I wonder
Tell me son of man, for what is it good, all your struggle, all your strife
When none of it can add even one span to your life?
For what the racing, chasing, pain for little gain
As you run through life with much strain
Is it really worth it?
Is our kind missing something while wandering green pastures
Filling our souls at full tables that we did not prepare
While we walk each day with little care
While we watch from afar, aware
That your proud strides eventually turn into humped over postures?
And then you fall on to the ground.
Isn’t there something you have lost, something that needs to be found?”
So I sat and thought, with heavy heart
As words of old I found, buried in a corner of my mind
“Here my friend, I find
That the following words spoken long ago by a forgotten king of ours,
Words with lasting powers,
Ring true with your observation, from generation to generation:
I returned to see under the sun that the swift do not have the race, nor the mighty ones the battle, nor do the wise also have the food, nor do the understanding ones also have the riches, nor do even those having knowledge have the favor; because time and unforeseen occurrence befall them all. For man also does not know his time. Just like fishes that are being taken in an evil net, and like birds that are being taken in a trap, so the sons of men themselves are being ensnared at a calamitous time, when it falls upon them suddenly.”
“Wise words indeed!” the prince called out
“Now, please, stay with me and think about
The things you’ve just recalled
While we enjoy this simple day and worry naught”
Woodland creatures features – Part 3, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker.
Still at a distance, over there, close to age old oak trees thick and tall, watching, observing my every move, uncertain of my intentions, am I here to converse or to enthrall? I move closer, assuredly, calmly, respectfully. One of them, but not of their kind, I keep this in mind. Wild heart, rushing blood, all senses engaged, an emotional flood. The wind whispers through the trees, acorns fall into autumn grass, I feel an eternity pass. Tail moves, muscles twitch, eyes fixated, a sudden pitch. A nod, I stop. Fallen tree, next to me, here I will sit, I agree. I take my place, I watch and wait until with deliberate stride prince deer draws near, with every step I can feel his weight.
© Thorsten Becker
As the colors wash from the trees, touched by autumn light, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker.
As the colors wash from the trees, touched by autumn light
As the blackbirds sing their final serenades in the late afternoon hours
As red squirrels hurry through crumbling leafs to find their hidden stacks
Of acorns ripe and all sorts of nuts given by resting souls on forest benches
As crickets chirp one last time in withering grass which sways and whispers in fall breeze
As the wind dances above gurgling brooks and winding streams
That carry boat like foliage, fiery red and leathery brown, to distant shores
As the air is laden with the smells of mushrooms gathered upon forest floor,
With the scents of damp fungus on weathered stumps
My heart calls out, my lips repeat without a sound
“Thank you for the little things, for moments like this, more precious than gold”
© Thorsten Becker
