the bees have succumbed to drowsiness
and the honeysuckle’s dropped,
replaced by the final asters
bowing low in blue reverence of sky
the river birches arch their yellow-graced
necks over the pond where drifts
of silver fish begin their quiet
descent to barely being
maples wait in flashing ranks,
upturned and expectant of lowering skies –
their red fingers signalling retreat
into stasis, when cooling saps no longer rise
and for now, we too forget our own restlessness –
stretching long in the last of the golden light –
hearts faint-pricked by the leaves’ moments
of letting go, watching the sun pull the light away
© Sarah Whiteley
Spending time with family in Wisconsin (and reminding myself once more why I live in a milder climate). Will catch up on reading when I return. Peace!
Have a safe trip…oh don’t forget you hat and coat….you’ll most likely need it…take good care.
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Wonderful. I find myself digging my heels in where the change to ice and snow is concerned. I am relishing the last warmth of the sun.
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Beautiful poem, Sarah, and have a good trip, but stay warm! My whole family was born in Milwaukee, WI, but they moved to CA before I was born, so I’m a CA girl! 🙂
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Ah, I love this … the letting go, the descent into barely being and stasis … the lines just slow down and whisper … lovely!
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S – beautiful poem of the seasons change – hope you have a lovely visit – safe journey, dear friend – K
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What a beautiful poem.
I love autumn and it still hasn’t left us over here – There are lots of changing colours still to enjoy
David
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