Transitory
an Autumn poem
What is it about you that so attracts me I know what you are: Summer’s elegy, the golden path into Winter’s grey death strolling along, shrouded in wonder The mountains seem closer, air glass clear The world is quiet, watching this valediction Sunlight so tangible, if I stretch out my fingers surely, they will caress the honey rays The leaves have lived their summer, had their full of sunlight and growth Light’s decay turns them into setting suns floating down down, night will come But not right now, now we tilt our faces up eyelids a portal, the warmth of heaven touching the spreading frost in us thawing memories to dance a little longer Could I fall gently when this season ends becoming a poem, a photo, a memory before I become dirt, squashed umber underfoot before I become mulch, unnoticed and useful Could I look Winter in the face, naked and lost in the fog, somehow knowing my place Could I still find the light to close my eyes against, to slurp an unchanged sun
Very beautiful way of looking at Autumn Jess! I also loved Hannah’s photo ❤️
I loved seeing some of your inspiration in the photos you shared and especially loved the fourth stanza..."thawing memories to dance a little longer!" Lovely musings, Jess!