Saturday, September 18, 2010
It isn't officially autumn for a couple days, but it feels and looks and smells like fall in Wisconsin today. This is a poem I wrote awhile ago that I still like. I think it describes September in Wisconsin pretty well.
September is the turning time.
As Monarchs move to warmer lands
Flashing, falling leaves
Of Autumn’s cloak.
She empties her cupboards
Feeding us left-over summer,
Grown limp and wilted
Towards the end,
Making room for fresh fall days
And mellow nights.
She is generous with her garden.
Treasure lies buried in potato hills,
Round, red raspberries bejewel bushes,
And golden mums heap
Beyond the wildest dreams of Midas.
September gives us faith.
There is enough;
We can move past the point
Where light and shadow
Balance on the fulcrum
Of autumnal equinox.
Then scarlet Sumacs
Wave good bye to Summer
And beckon Autumn, “Come.”
Posted by Other Mary at 9:50 AM
Labels: Autumn, free verse poem, September
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I loved how you portrayed September almost like a mother. I thought the line "Feeding us left-over summer," was really creative. :]ReplyDelete
Thanks - I appreciate it!ReplyDelete
You truly do paint such wonderful pictures with your poems! Just lovely!!ReplyDelete
Oh, thanks Ginny! I didn't realize you read all the way back here!ReplyDelete