Kneeling in the Autumn Garden

[QDeathstar]

Kneeling in the Autumn Garden

Something in my chest that smells like my heart i keep trying to figure out why smells is important, I find it distracting
twists and slides quietly
under the fallen leaves;
under the aspen leaves, the cherry leaves, the apple leaves
that lie still over the red stones.

Something in the air that smells like a cold hearth
sinks and pools idly
between the waiting stones;
between the patient stones, the stubborn stones, the durable stones i love how the repetition work here, but durable is the odd word out. patient, stubborn, aspen, cherry, and Apple all have two syllables that lead to a consist flow, durable is three, and the word also sounds a lot different than the other words.... something better than durable I think
that lie unburied on the steady ground.

I reach out my hand but do not touch
close to the chill earth
over the place where no warm rustle was;
over the lost leaves, the gold leaves, the heavy leaves
that lie absently on the enduring stones.

I bow my head but not to the weight of pain
downward to the unseen track beneath the leaves
downward to the unfelt rustle of warmth
downward to the unburied patience of the stones
and feel the cold and stubborn kindness of the turning earth.

Leah S.

I'm just having difficulty getting a greater meaning here, and I figure my reading comprehension to be just above average... I mean, the repetition of stones makes me consider a grave yard but it doesn't seem to quite fit...

especially that last stanza, you bow you hear near the stone like you might do when visiting a dead loved one, and get comfort from the earth ability to ground them but, then, cold and stubborn kindnes is almost an oxymoron.....