"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
Thursday, September 20, 2018
Farewell to summer
End of summer strips the colors from
crumpled petals,
headless shrubs,
fallen goose feathers
I won't tear
over your leaving-
You'll settle,
a bookmarked page-
itching my nostrils with tulips,
and bluebells chimed by rain
Burning heat will soon give way to shredding
of trees, decaying of leaves, ripening of fruits
I swell with gladness, better now
in understanding the degrees
of seasonal changes-
spearing my sadness at bay-
The sun always spill
your laughter
over darkening garden
with decisive strokes
over coming winter slopes
with luminous stillness
and over my words
streaking your wild yellow
seeds
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love how you capture the end of summer - my fav image being the bookmarked page, itching the nostrils with tulips. can't wait for autumn to arrive... hope life is treating you well
ReplyDeleteI like the way you've structured this Grace, which I think helps capture the transition in both mood and seasons.
ReplyDeleteNice description: "Burning heat will soon give way to shredding
ReplyDeleteof trees, decaying of leaves, ripening of fruits"
Your close is very strong; you had me at /spearing my sadness at bay/. It works well being read aloud as well.
ReplyDeleteAnd so the cycle continues.
ReplyDeleteKen
Beautiful images of fall. I'm ready for that cool, crisp weather.
ReplyDeleteKnowing your loss I cannot help but wondering if there is more to this poem than the end of summer... and just maybe some relief from the ache with the coming of autumn.
ReplyDeletethe sun always spill your laughter...lovely phrase. This is a lovely farewell to September. Georgeous
ReplyDeleteYou've captured the end of summer beautifully. Great word mastery.
ReplyDeleteI swell too, knowing the heat is toast. Great line indeed.
ReplyDeleteThere's such wonderful ambiguity here - decaying and ripening; itching nostrils vs bluebells chimed with rain; sun spilling and darkening garden and (the optimistic) 'streaking your wild yellow / seeds.' Terrific.
ReplyDeletebeautiful description of summer's end and continuing of a new season. I especially liked ' You'll settle,
ReplyDeletea bookmarked page-
itching my nostrils with tulips,
and bluebells chimed by rain'...brilliant!
I enjoyed your semi-lament of the ending of summer. The shredding of the trees and decaying of the leaves was great. The idea of the sun spilling seeds on your paper is a nice touch.
ReplyDeleteIt is comforting to think of summer as a "bookmarked page". We really do cherish each season in Canada.
ReplyDeleteLove this passage of time spotted with beauties everywhere. And the mild sadness touches the core. " You'll settle, / a bookmarked page-" Most beautiful. Such a moving poem, Grace.
ReplyDeleteIt's a reassuring poem, I love the "streaking of wild yellow seeds".
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ReplyDeleteI really liked the sound and rhythm of your words here--and also the passage of time. I started to pick out phrases I particularly liked, but there were too many.
A wonderfully written poem that speaks a striking pose to how we all mourn the loss in welcoming the coming of a new season yet another year.
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ReplyDeleteSwell with gladness... spearing sadness. The contrast is poignant, farewell to summer, but the laughter seems to follow the sun. I like the soft catch and release of the mixed emotion of summer’s end.
ReplyDeleteI swell with gladness, better now
ReplyDeletein understanding the degrees
of seasonal changes-
spearing my sadness at bay-
There is always a tinge of regret in the passing of seasons. One would love to be longer in the current with the proverbial resistance to change invoked. Beautifully described Grace!
Hank
I love the way you capture the end of summer. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI love so much about this, Grace.
ReplyDeleteSomehow though, I really connect with these words:
"I swell with gladness, better now
in understanding the degrees
of seasonal changes-
spearing my sadness at bay- "
...maybe in a different way from what you meant. I think of being in my 7th decade, looking at my children as parents, my spouse and I thankful for every day...and I see in the seasonal changes the scenery of the trees and grasses, but also of the children growing, maturing, their children growing. A cycle of family -- oh my. I'm waxing nostalgic here. Anyway, I do love this entire post -- and most especially the smile that the lines I've quoted above put on my face. :)