Like every year, i see your reflection in ponds and windows we greet each other over the loss of friends and the rhythm of rain drops on a faraway world. When i live closer to the ocean and the air is not so thin will you greet me the same way? With tea and promises of home cooked chile? With pie and promises of spiced cider? Will you greet me with your sun blinking and your sky so blue the sensitive all shed a tear? Will I continue to greet you with my brown skirt, decorated leaf shirt, year after year? When the latitudes beneath my feet change and the days grow ever short Will I greet you with more tears? Autumn. Can I remember to visit new haunts and let go of the haunted places of the past? Discover new ghosts and accept that the others keep floating? Dear Autumn, As everything and nothing align to create you Stars and leaves and the movement of the earth about the sun Coming to age with you caught in my throat Autumn. Your beauty and bounty is Harvesting human emotion with the corn under the moon. We celebrate births with the deaths and collect each tear shed Metaphorical goblets fill! Drink this cup of tears with me Autumn, Let’s toast to your magnificent colors and let’s toast to journeys and progress. Let’s toast to peace… Let’s toast to the Spring in the south and the cycles that spin And everyday before Winter arrives Let’s toast to raw emotion Let’s toast to nature.
Under the sunshine or in the fog: I am a lover, a writer, an editor, a cook, a humanitarian and a photographer.
September 23, 2013 at 2:01 am
Beautiful poem. Thank you for visiting my blog. This poem fits the Community Storyboard weekly prompt, if you would like to add it in the comments… http://neverendingstorydepository.wordpress.com/2013/09/22/weekly-prompt-autumn/
or I can add it for you.
September 23, 2013 at 6:38 am
Thank you for visiting and for your comment Patti! I would be happy to add it, happy fall.