Mood - Edit 2

[Brian Roberts]

Inspired


When that mood manifests,
    every thing attests
to shocking beauty of
    Autumn alight.

Dead leaves go painterly
    in drifts of color we
can't help but rhapsodize,
    drowning our sight.

Is it one’s mood that makes
    tree-chaff a scene that wakes
awe at its majesty,
    hymns of delight?

Or does that minstrel mood
    kindle as attitude
by chance of circumstance
    when the scene's right?

Mood


When that Mood manifests,
    every thing attests
to shocking beauty of
    all that's in sight.

Dead leaves go painterly
    in drifts of color we
can't help but rhapsodize
    with all our might.

Is it this Mood that makes
    dead things a scene that wakes
feelings of majesty,
    awe and delight?

Or does that fickle Mood
    form in our solitude
born out of happenstance
    when the scene's right?

I love your employment of trimeter?here; it is quite effective and lends itself to the profundity of the work. As others have cited, this is the grandest poem I have encountered in some time. The use of dimeter in the fourth line of each stanza is a great release........Stanzas 3 and 4 are the most powerful for me, as it poses a universal question as to mood
in general: do we impose our mood upon the landscape, or are our moods labile and pliable to the "happenstance" of the landscape? I will definitely consult more of your work!
Thanks for sharing this gem.