tilted earth
distorts shadows
summer’s adieu in melancholy melt
the woodpile season crawls on fingertips
as recluse dreamcatchers reinforce
winnowing leaves
garnish urban arteries
once-supple shades
now brindled compost
drop to ritual deaths
burnished flesh hibernates
beneath cumbrouswear
making way for hearty cuisine
family traditions rustle from storage
another has shattered this year
falling back
time coils
dormant in another womb
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poised to unfurl glacial pearls
from fluorescent skies
(the cycle sighs)
Author notes
Transitions that take place as Autumn eases into our lives.
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An awersome poem here!!!! Very well done
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Thank you, Swan. I appreciate the comments and applause.
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This brings the Autumn season to bloom even more with the wonderful words you have used in this piece. I enjoyed it very much. Cathy
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Thank you, Cathy.
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Well thank you for this very deep entry. I found the word choice particularly worth mentioning. You have a very unique way of setting things in words... well done I must say. Thanks for entering and good luck.
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Thank you, Tarja.
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spring comes with the rain to the dessert
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Thank you for the applause, Mr. Holck.
(What desert do you live in)?
MP
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beautiful. I loved the description of fall. well penned and well liked.
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Thank you, going nowhere. Sorry for the delay in responding but I just saw this today. I appreciate your words.
Precious
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Wonderfully done. I loe season and nature poems and you have done well with this one. From the death of fall begins the new life in winter is a great ending for your beautiful poem. You give much life to your beautiful piece.
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Wonderful words
Ahh, the end of another season. Your descriptions are just fantastic. A fantastic natural piece this. Wonderful words -
nice use of language here, rippling the reader's eyes as they gently stroll down the piece. spill ink and twist me into the crazy shape of love...
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Thank you for your well thought out critique, Tom. Most appreciated.
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Perhaps there are two poems here, hidden in the seasons and we don't get the last one until the last four lines. Almost as if one is finished and the second just begun. Except the last verse in the first poem marries too well to the last line. Are the visions of snow coming a P.S. to a letter of love passing. I love your images, as usual they are taunt and delicious and caress me with visions. Your voice and intent seem less focused here. But I will start reading between the lines should I go further and I know to much for that to me fair. Love, Tom B.
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Very naturistic. Autumn is a good time of the year, especially where I live in the south .. of course, sometimes not because of where I live in the south. either way: it's still a good time of the year.
A nice piece that you have written here.
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Thank you, Lori. Your comments are encouraging. I am endecided about this poem. Glad you liked it.
Precious
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Wonderful Autumn write! The ritualistic death of a season leaps of the page to the reader. The sadness of it's passing, yet the renewal brought upon by the upcoming winter ends this piece on an upnote. Beautiful piece!
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So goes the cycle of life. Great job.
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My favorite season, loved seeing it in your writting, Good luck in the contest, I look forward to seeing how you fare
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