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We’ve come full compass, the year and I,
in this new southern land. This solitary planet
has once again turned and tilted on its axis,
offering this brief moment in time, suspended
between seasons-- a gilded line which parts
the glow of summer memories
and the gathering autumn.
Fragrant wood smoke envelops my senses
and the conflagration of colors blaze
against a blue paper sky; vibrant golden light
caresses my hair and perches on my shoulder,
beckoning something deep within.
A sound of muted trumpets rise and fall
as winter geese wedge themselves
through sharp, cut-glass air
all the way to the horizon,
a vanishing point, leading north,
to the land of my birth.
Oh, the sight, the sound fills me with such longing!
How I ache to let loose wild, wishful wings,
feathered in fiery leaves,
allowing the wind to take my body, to sweep
my lonely spirit up and away, following them
along their ancient migratory path,
toward home
and the hushed notes
of a far, far distant cry...
.
MKL
We’ve come full compass, the year and I,
in this new southern land. This solitary planet
has once again turned and tilted on its axis,
offering this brief moment in time, suspended
between seasons-- a gilded line which parts
the glow of summer memories
and the gathering autumn.
Fragrant wood smoke envelops my senses
and the conflagration of colors blaze
against a blue paper sky; vibrant golden light
caresses my hair and perches on my shoulder,
beckoning something deep within.
A sound of muted trumpets rise and fall
as winter geese wedge themselves
through sharp, cut-glass air
all the way to the horizon,
a vanishing point, leading north,
to the land of my birth.
Oh, the sight, the sound fills me with such longing!
How I ache to let loose wild, wishful wings,
feathered in fiery leaves,
allowing the wind to take my body, to sweep
my lonely spirit up and away, following them
along their ancient migratory path,
toward home
and the hushed notes
of a far, far distant cry...
.
MKL
Author notes
Written September 8th, 2004
In a list
A contest entry
- Autumn’s Wonder by astralshepherd.
345 points, ended September 22, 2004, 48 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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This was an amazing piece of work. The imagery does wonders. I truly enjoyed reading it. Thank you for posting this.
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Eh...he.....
*reads poem over several times* Wow....This was just....awesome....literally, I am in awe. You pieced the words together so carefully and with your select choice of words, you painted a beautiful image that I think I could actually smell and taste for a while there. And yet you made it almost like it required no effort at all. *sigh* Man...if I could ever produce something as beautiful as that. I can't wait to see more of your work. ^_^
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~soft smile~
Gennelle, you're too kind... not completely sure I deserve the praise...
but, I love it!
Thank you so much,
Melinda -
Melinda ~ I had to come back for another reading. Yep, goosebump effect still working.(No pun intended, that's just my Truth & Beauty Detector going off!) Oh, I love your alliterative imagery, "...to let loose wild, wishful wings,/ feathered in fiery leaves".
Ah, dang it, why don't I just congratulate you now...
~ G
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Kethry, hello!
Thank you so much for your comments. I'm thrilled that you stopped by!
Regards,
Melinda -
Sandy! It must be getting really pretty right about now, in your 'neck o' the woods'!! I miss the vibrancy of colors up north-- in the south we tend more to the deep reds and bronzes...
Thanks for your thoughts, dear!
Melinda -
~smile~
Thank you! I'm glad to be here!
Melinda -
Amunet,
Thank you so much for stopping by to read this and for your kind words! I appreciate them!
Regards,
Melinda -
Serenem, your yearning voice shines cleary through the flight of geese and it's so lovely to read your thoughts of autumn. This is very beautiful. Good luck in the contest.
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A Beautiful Poem
Melinda this was a wonderful poem about my favorite time of the year.I love all the anticipation of all the holidays the next few months. Best of luck in the contest.Take care, Sandy
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Serenem, thank you so much for your second entry into my contest “Autumn’s Wonder” This comment is simply a... yada yada yada...yeah, i already left one of these on your other poem so...Best of luck and best wishes ~richard
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The imagery in this is just outstanding, I don't think I have the words to do this piece justice. Excellent write!
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Lady, you are so kind! I am thrilled that you like this.
Your praise means a lot to me, dear.
Warm regards,
Melinda -
Gennelle,
You make me smile! Thank you for such wonderful praise, it is so appreciated,
Regards,
Melinda -
I have to agree...if this were spoken to one who was blind they would be able to get a beautiful image in their mind from your beautifully described scene. Makes one have a sense of peace from reading, and open for the reader to put themselves in the main character position. After reading this I wanted to go outside and fly to get that feeling of freedom.
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Heart-stirring!
Oh my! I found this so moving, Melinda! You have created such an evocative atmosphere of longing with your beautiful imagery. It tugs at the heart, and engulfs the senses. Brava!
~ Gennelle
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Mari...
Love to you dear!
Melinda -
Cristofori,
My humble thanks... I'm so pleased that you like this!
Regards,
Melinda -
zt, Thank you for your beautiful, poetic words!
I appreciate them, sir!
Melinda -
zt has said all! This poem has so many and strong imageries that it feel like watching a scene of a movie, listening and not reading your words.
Oustanding!
K&L
Mari
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Great job!
This isn't a poem - its a painting! The artwork is incredible! -
They say that you can't go home again. What I believe they mean is that it's never the same as you remember. Perhaps that is because we build up expectations and cling to them as a shipwrecked sailor clings to flotsam. The geese, on the other hand, do what they do because that is the only thing they can. Theirs is a simple outlook. No expectations. No living in the past. No second guessing. No disappointment. Wonderful poem filled with yearning. So visual that by closing my eyes I could see their V-shaped formations undulating across the heavens...
Edited on Sep 08, 8:42 p.m. because 'typo'.
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