we are tinged by melancholy
of summer's end
we watch blooms fall, faint
as whisper as wind tarries by
lavender mirrors your face
as tides ebb & flow
autumn approaches with slow
feet, sweeping sepia tones
over green hills,
potted mums & ripe berries
black crows watch on sidelines
as light & clock winds down
we walk on exiled dreams
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This week it has felt like the autumn has gained momentum... and I notice it so much more when I work from home. The colors are still green, but the sepia is coming...
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely stunning, Grace. I love the image of Autumn "sweeping sepia tones over green hills."❤️
ReplyDeleteWOW! Such beauty in this piece with stunning imagery of Autumn. I especially enjoyed these lines:
ReplyDelete"over green hills,
potted mums & ripe berries
black crows watch on sidelines
as light & clock winds down
we walk on exiled dreams."
Dreams in exile... Mind-blowing itself, and such delicacy in want and longing. Beautiful.
That last stanza is a treat!
ReplyDeleteYour words express a longing for a never-ending summer so well. I remember that feeling when I lived in Western New York, with summer's milder than what I now know in Missouri, land of hot, muggy summers.
ReplyDeleteNow, I may lament summer's end, but only because winter is that much closer. Neither one compares to autumn, which is far too short and has always been my favorite..
As you know, Grace, autumn is my favourite time of the year and I love the way sepia seeps into everything. My favourite lines are:
ReplyDelete‘as tides ebb & flow
autumn approaches with slow
feet, sweeping sepia tones
over green hills’.
The colours in this poem are so vivid, especially the ’potted mums & ripe berries’.
sweet and low ode to Autumn! especially:
ReplyDelete"autumn approaches with slow
feet,"
Sepia. No other shade of any other color would work as well in this magnificent work. Perfect. Thanks, Grace.
ReplyDeleteI feel some ambivalence here, Grace, which echoes my own for the changing of the season this year. Fall is fine, it's what comes after...
ReplyDeleteA lovely fall color sepia. I can feel the feet of autumn approaching. A wonderful read Grace!
ReplyDeleteThis is lush and lovey, Grace. It's wonderful to read aloud.
ReplyDeleteI was caught by the "autumn approaches with slow feet, sweeping sepia tones" - what vision. Enjoy the approach while it lasts! ~ Jason
ReplyDeleteSepia tones have a richness all their own. I am ready for the summer heat to subside... Very nice descriptions of fall coming and colors fading! Great poem.
ReplyDeleteautumn approaches with slow
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It is a transitional time of colors fading in intensity.
A lovely write.
The bittersweet aura of this doomed love song is both hallowed and harrowing. Such a surficial play of light belying depths surging below.
ReplyDeleteI love autumn approaching with slow feet. This year has felt like no other.
ReplyDeleteSo many beautiful lines in this poem of autumn! I also find the changing light and colors beautiful and melancholy.
ReplyDeleteOh my Goodness — this is so achingly beautiful, Grace! The colors feel so soft, yet full of emotions. You have captured the soul of Autumn and our walk upon “exiled dreams.”
ReplyDeleteSure approaching as the days get shorter and snow gets closer day by day, ugg.
ReplyDeleteSepia is the perfect autumn hue and "exiled dreams" makes the heart ache...a mesmerizing write, Grace.
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