What an amazing word poem in tribute to the falling leaves of autumn - I can hear the crackle of walking through their scattered remains. Continue your languishing :)
Your contrary view of death is most striking in these lines. There is something to be said for the old giving way for the new in many contexts, and certainly in terms of the seasons.
I love how fall elevates my mood, although you may not thing so from this poem. The cooler weather and fall colors reenergize me somehow (must be because it's my birth month).
I'm liking it, Kathryn ~~ It reminds me of a now departed preacher friend who, when visiting someone he knew fairly well in the hospital, would bring a boquet of dead flowers or a dead plant. I don't think he was having morbid thoughts but this seemed rather strange to me.
Our Autumn in South East Gulf Texas is here on the calendar but it won't turn the leaves' colors until November and December. ..
Thanks Jim. A bouquet of dead flowers or a dead plant . . . . now that is strange. Despite the leaves changing and falling it's been warm here. We had some rain this weekend which I'm hoping is going to bring some cooler weather to our piece of Ohio.
Is it last Thursday already? Evergreen summer souls in slow preparing for winter? I lose or gain days, or years... I mean the same old one in a zillion snowflakes trampled into a mesh of brittle mud or that same one leaf mulched and moldy...something different today, not long before next summer anticipates my soul breaking thru to sunlight my hungry skin of winter bear heavy ice. See what your thoughts spark or torment in me?... live long enough and a living thing clearly goes global warm.
Kathryn, I love the sympathy for the dead leaves, combined with the "what the hell, I'll kick 'em just for fun" attitude! Autumn is the season of change, of the earth being put to bed for winter, and the falling, dying leaves are such a part of that blanket... This is lovely. Thanks for linking it to Real Toads! Amy (a humble Toad)
This is one of the nicest autumn poems I've read. Could refer to a relationship. Enjoyed.
ReplyDeleteThank you Myrna, what a lovely comment.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely great!
ReplyDeleteHa ha! This so awesome... really enjoyed it. Lets hope it never describes a relationship!
ReplyDeleteWhat an amazing word poem in tribute to the falling leaves of autumn - I can hear the crackle of walking through their scattered remains. Continue your languishing :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Brenda, got to love this time of year.
DeleteSuch an interesting idea to use almost the figure of a corpse! But works so well here. k.
ReplyDeleteThanks . . . the double meaning came about as I was writing it.
DeleteOh God...Kathryn...loved it to core...such depth...amazing :)
ReplyDeletesmiles...i love autumn
ReplyDeleteand i love playing in the leaves
you def give it perspective in this one
as well
Your contrary view of death is most striking in these lines. There is something to be said for the old giving way for the new in many contexts, and certainly in terms of the seasons.
ReplyDeleteThank you Kerry, I love the changing of the seasons, especially heading into Fall.
DeleteCombining languishing and smiling expresses my love for the fall, and the rest of the poem supports that. Happy October.
ReplyDeleteso much weaved into a few words...Old to new a changing of moods and seasons...
ReplyDeleteI love how fall elevates my mood, although you may not thing so from this poem. The cooler weather and fall colors reenergize me somehow (must be because it's my birth month).
DeleteSuch a beautiful expression of autumnal transformation, life transformation really.
ReplyDeleteI'm liking it, Kathryn ~~ It reminds me of a now departed preacher friend who, when visiting someone he knew fairly well in the hospital, would bring a boquet of dead flowers or a dead plant. I don't think he was having morbid thoughts but this seemed rather strange to me.
ReplyDeleteOur Autumn in South East Gulf Texas is here on the calendar but it won't turn the leaves' colors until November and December.
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Thanks Jim. A bouquet of dead flowers or a dead plant . . . . now that is strange. Despite the leaves changing and falling it's been warm here. We had some rain this weekend which I'm hoping is going to bring some cooler weather to our piece of Ohio.
DeleteThis time of year is so beautiful. You've captured an important aspect of it...beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you, it's my favorite time of year.
Deleteah, a wee dram of wicked :)
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DeleteI like this. I am reminded of how only the stem and veins remain when the leaf part dries - sort of the skeleton of the leaf... nice work.
ReplyDeleteThanks, I know exactly what you mean.
DeleteIs it last Thursday already? Evergreen summer souls in slow preparing for winter? I lose or gain days, or years... I mean the same old one in a zillion snowflakes trampled into a mesh of brittle mud or that same one leaf mulched and moldy...something different today, not long before next summer anticipates my soul breaking thru to sunlight my hungry skin of winter bear heavy ice. See what your thoughts spark or torment in me?... live long enough and a living thing clearly goes global warm.
ReplyDeleteAutumn takes away all the glum
ReplyDeleteI adore this.
ReplyDeleteLove it the second time through. What a killer opening line! (and photograph as well :)
ReplyDeleteLovely take on the autumn leaves...but then again it could be anything what used to be ~ Happy day to you ~
ReplyDeleteKathryn, I love the sympathy for the dead leaves, combined with the "what the hell, I'll kick 'em just for fun" attitude! Autumn is the season of change, of the earth being put to bed for winter, and the falling, dying leaves are such a part of that blanket... This is lovely. Thanks for linking it to Real Toads! Amy (a humble Toad)
ReplyDelete. . . being put to bed, so very true.
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