Echoes No 3: In Early Fall.2018.

Today is a nondescript day in early Fall. It is not a day that will inspire a Nature Poem, or any poem of merit. A carpet of fallen green leaves covers the pale green of the lawn. Both leaves and grass seem exhausted by their abundant life throughout summer, and are resigned to an early death or a long sleep until spring. I felt this lassitude in nature invade my soul and pull me down all day. I felt a kind of despair in the midst of this season of harvest and decay. Why did the negative side of the season overwhelm its positive elements? Then I read your poem which names "Love" seven times, and each time I heard your voice speak that blessed word I was lifted out of my melancholy. Or rather I became one with the poem, and both hope and happiness mingled in my heart, and a day I had considered lost found its proper identity as a time we shared in a flight of delight. (This poem is a response to Baharak Barzin's poem, "Can You Ever Feel My Feelings.")