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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23 comments:

  1. 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

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  2. I like the way you've structured this Grace, which I think helps capture the transition in both mood and seasons.

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  3. Nice description: "Burning heat will soon give way to shredding
    of trees, decaying of leaves, ripening of fruits"

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  4. Your close is very strong; you had me at /spearing my sadness at bay/. It works well being read aloud as well.

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  5. Beautiful images of fall. I'm ready for that cool, crisp weather.

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  6. Knowing 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.

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  7. the sun always spill your laughter...lovely phrase. This is a lovely farewell to September. Georgeous

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  8. You've captured the end of summer beautifully. Great word mastery.

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  9. I swell too, knowing the heat is toast. Great line indeed.

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  10. There'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.

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  11. beautiful description of summer's end and continuing of a new season. I especially liked ' You'll settle,
    a bookmarked page-
    itching my nostrils with tulips,
    and bluebells chimed by rain'...brilliant!

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  12. 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.

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  13. It is comforting to think of summer as a "bookmarked page". We really do cherish each season in Canada.

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  14. Love 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.

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  15. It's a reassuring poem, I love the "streaking of wild yellow seeds".

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  16. Google just ate my comment. :) I'll try again.
    I 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.

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  17. 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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  19. Swell 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.

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  20. I swell with gladness, better now
    in 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

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  21. I love the way you capture the end of summer. Beautiful.

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  22. I love so much about this, Grace.
    Somehow 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. :)

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