autumn, autumn, sway us away
fading yellow to the ground, moist
with rain, our leaves & blooms paler
than the waning apple-cidered moon
autumn, autumn, swirl us away
turning darker red & black purple each
passing hour, we gently accept as
our summer golden skin turn to ash
autumn, autumn swing us away
knitting our fears of change, we are
changing, from fullness to emptiness-
we collect new words for sorrow
autumn, autumn, swirl us away
into the rhythm of life & pulse of death
we succumb, grateful for blessings
from trees, warmth from dying sunlight
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This is exquisite, Grace! I especially love this part; "autumn, autumn, sway us away fading yellow to the ground, moist with rain." ❤️❤️
ReplyDeleteOh I love the way you used repetition here, I have passed that part of autumn mostly.... alas
ReplyDeleteI like the way you capture the rhythm of autumn, Grace, not only in the repetition of the word, but also in the line lengths and meter. I love the ‘waning apple-cidered moon’ and ‘the rhythm of life & pulse of death’.
ReplyDeleteI thoroughly enjoyed this. You swirl us away with the rhythm of your words, Grace, and the creation of an atmosphere both wistful and anticipatory. Distinctive use of repetition, Grace. It achieves its purpose naturally, moving with each rise of emotion.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful testament to autumn.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite season.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem.
ReplyDeleteI especially like "apple-cidered moon" and "our summer golden skin(s) turn to ash." Vivid and original.
ReplyDeleteI do so love these lines ...
ReplyDeleteknitting our fears of change, we are
changing, from fullness to emptiness-
we collect new words for sorrow
Autumn is such a time of change, isn't it 💕
As much as I love summer, it is time for it to go for now. I do feel your genuine affection for it, pled in a gentle way, to go.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful way to use repetition gives it such a light rhythm.
ReplyDeleteIf autumn does anything, it swirls and sways and whirls things away. Perceptive.
ReplyDeleteLuv most of all the rhythm of this poem.
ReplyDeleteHappy you dropped by my blog
Much♡love