quietly, as if afraid to be caught
she comes creeping in, contemplating
within summer’s shadows
unaware that I would be waiting
the days go more quickly now
the nights longer, holding fast
flowers bow their heads
paling leaves wave goodbye to the past
I falter momentarily, tripping
on feet weary from the pleasure
of life’s spring and summer
when days came and went without measure
I venture forth once more, yet
wanting to stay in autumn’s orange glow
dreading the chill of winter
an existence I don’t want to know
is it true that I may live again
when a new springtime’s thunder
crashes down, melting that which lay frozen
as once again life bursts forth in wonder
or will these leaves of orange,
now turned brown, no longer in their prime
be my last glorious adventure
as life enfolds me in its arms one last time
Dee Garner
©June 1, 2008
Author notes
Autumn is my favorite time of year and lately I seem to be relating it to my life. I'm sure no spring chicken, that's for sure
A contest entry
- Opus in Orange by Mad Moon.
1000 points, ended June 22, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
1 - 17 of 17
-
Within the lines,
between the lines,
I sense life's experiences
also have empowered you
to see these colors even
deeper in hue, more relative
to the richness of life.
M-C
-
It is the autumn of your life and you wear it well.
this was wonderful lassie,
Remember, autumn comes once a year...so remember..
I may be a single drop of rain,
but i will remain,
and I'll be back again and again.
LOVE THIS ONE!
Me Irish grandma used to tell me,
LOWELL!!
Write something grand,
for you may be
entertaining Angels,
Unaware.
I think i may have proved her right when you read my work.
BLESSINGS NEW FRIEND,
LOWELL POE
-
-
What a wonderful comment, Lowell. Thank you so much. It's really a good feeling to know that something we write touches us deeply as you've touched me with this comment. I figure on meeting many more autums 
And hey, I like you're Grandma... a wise woman, I can tell. It's true, we never know, perhaps an angel IS reading it
Dee
-
-
Wonderfully Inscribed!
Thanks for sharing you, much love and light!
-Timothy
-
Would it be of any point if I told you to stop the pessimistic thoughts? No one listens to me anyway.
The background color is nearly perfect...almost Moxie orange!
But the poem, it's quite beautiful, I think I've said this before about another of your poems somewhat recently, but this too is one of my favorites of yours. Though I'm not a fan of the depressing ending, the poem itself is fantastic.
-
beautiful~
This is beautiful sis
Love the imagery you have in this poem
Indeed you seem to be incorporating autumn with your life.....
Best of luck in the contest...
This is a winner in my book
Hugs n love
Susan~~~
I just penned a new one too hope you drop by
-
Well written poem
-
This is fantastic Dee, the imagery is just spectacular and ofcourse the poem is very creative, i love it
-
As each branch spouted
The leaves fall that is when the Native American know it is time for the harvest. The blue and red and white corn as well as yellow some or a brown red colors. It still beautiful to lay in a place to dry out and this by thankgiveing on the center piece with a big candle. It is also the time of the years when you gathers up iight jacket and do the little piglet and momma and the cow the sterr Put rubber bacd on thier private in order to make them grow and become a lady/boy to sell at auctin for the farmer or grocer to pack them for food for the hungey. But Autumn is beautiful and a very business time the season
Mis you sis. Hope you likethe poem I wrote for you. Love you more. All the stars in the clear night make me think of when you and sal can come and visit. Lufin is only an hour drive lolsssss. We go thru there when going to see about my back.]Love you sis..
-
Most excellent poem but one of such deep-meaning made me a little sad and a little thoughtful--couldn't ask anything more out of a poem! Good luck in the contest!
-
Stunning imagery! Autumn is a season for many of us
it is the winter's chill that I can do without
Beautiful piece of poetry Dee with very lovely metaphors, gentle in its rhyme, flowing and most reflective of life.
By the way...I agree with leo2's comment!!
An outstanding poem for this contest!
Beautifully written from the heart!
Linda
-
I personally that this wound have been better as a free verse. The rhyme rather interferes with the tempo of the write.
The imagery was amazing. Your description did make me smile beyond the ear-to-ear grin.
-
This definitely has a lot of sadness to it, but is also very lovely and pretty. I love the lines "is it true that I may live again/when a new springtime's thunder/crashes down, melting that which lay frozen/as once again life bursts through in wonder" Amazing!
-
Ah but the flowers that bloom in autumn put the spring blossoms to shame. Besides the glory of youth is no match for the elegance of experience. Best wishes in the contest.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
-
A certain sadness here, yet a sense of treasuring the moments as we don't know how many we will live to see. Beautiful Autumn poem. I'm starting to really love autumn. Winter not so much! May you see many more beautiful moments and always be able to see the beauty in the little things.
-
Dee, this is wonderful. The first lines;
"....quietly, as if afraid to be caught
she comes creeping in,..." give this such a mysterious air right from the start. Love your metaphor! And, boy can I relate, my friend. The imagery is brilliant and abundant, as are the subtle emotions hidden within the lines. Yes, my dear, you will "live again" in every spring flower that blooms and smiles at the spring sun. Beautifully done, Dee. I love this. Thanks for your beautiful entry, and Good Luck!
-
i think on life in general here as well as the season. aye we all get recycled, though i know there is not definitive proof to offer it is just something in the spirit that lingers with belief
Adding your comment:
1 - 17 of 17
