No,
I am not talking about the Holiday
Season. (Bet you thought for a minute there I was getting ahead of
myself, didn't you?) But I could be justified in doing so since that season has been confronting us in
stores and the media since the 4th of July. To clarify, the subject of this
post is the fall season.
Every
year, I welcome signs of spring, and enjoy summer's abundance, but I bask in
the fulfillment of autumn most of all. There is something about nature's burst
of glorious colors just before earth's winter sleep that is both exhilarating
and sad. And it inspires me to attempt to put that feeling into words.
Autumn is the season when my thoughts are most likely to spill over into poems
and I want to share a few of these with you. I write varied forms of poetry but
am usually described as a lyric poet and the poems here are of that
classification, although I have included haiku for those who prefer
prose.
I
invite you to take a few moments from your busy day to have a cup of apple cider and a slice of gingerbread while you read the poems below. (Please don't get crumbs on your computer) I hope the words will paint autumn scenes in
your heart to remember long after the last leaf has fallen.
SURVIVORS
Once vibrant autumn colors,
subdued but clinging
still,
reflect past season's
beauty
defying winter's
chill.
Though fragile now
and faded,
they flaunt
survival's will
made rare by lack of
number,
undaunted, clinging
still.
~ ~ ~
HAIKU
Fingers of wind weave
A bright autumn
tapestry
As leaves drift
toward ground
~ ~ ~
I MISS YOU MOST IN
AUTUMN
I miss you most in autumn
when maple leaves are
gold
and early twilight subtly hints
of winter's biting cold.
I long for you in
autumn
when shadows fill the sky
as wavering wings of wild geese
echo their lonely cry.
I wish for you in
autumn
to walk where frost has browned
the slender ripened stalks of grain
now dying on the ground.
I grieve for you in
autumn
when gentle
rain-kissed wind
plays hide-and-seek with harvest moon
that marks the summer's end.
I miss you most in
autumn,
but then I should have known
there would be many autumns
and I would be alone.
~ ~ ~
HAIKU
Incandescent lamps
Illumine autumn's twilight
Maple trees gleam gold
~ ~ ~
~ ~ ~
CHICKAMAUGA…RIVER OF
DEATH
The towering oaks stand silent by the road
that winds below the sturdy limbs they spread
to intertwine and shelter this abode.
Brief golden canopies now laud these dead
who lie beneath a century of dust,
all splendor spent. And now the battle's sound
is choked, muffled in cannons cloaked in rust,
still guarding those who fought to hold this
ground.
The rows of stones that mark each place in
time
seem endless even as
the leaves. Gray hue
of monuments wreathed
in September's rime
now consecrate this
hallowed ground anew.
Brave men of North
and South now peaceful lie.
And yet, a silent
question haunts us. Why?
~ ~ ~
HAIKU
Honking in transit
Impatient heavy traffic
On skyway express
~ ~ ~
SEPTEMBER SILENCE
No sound, only silence
as September days fly
on wild geese wings
that shadow sapphire sky;
as winsome wind flings
the flaming leaves high;
as gilded golden sun
reflects a lovely lie;
but I know summer's done
and all things die.
~ ~ ~
HAIKU
Bright colors
bleeding
Orange, gold, red
from rain-washed limbs
September's last
stand
~ ~ ~
All of these poems except the first are from A Potpourri of Poems, available from Amazon and other distributors in print and ebook. It contains almost one hundred poems and thirty-three full color pictures. Or if you prefer to hear the poems read by the lovely voice of Becky Doughty you can also purchase an audible edition.
http://www.audible.com/pd/Drama-Poetry/A-Potpourri-of-Poems-Audiobook/B01DFJJBAC