Somber earth slumbers beneath umber quilt
Summer, then autumn slips soft from each stem
Color climaxes, dims, strips limbs of lilt
Shallows replenished with leaf-diadem
Past pursues us, love, or oh, so it seems
Draining time’s riptide to rose-mist requiems
Flowers, save for a few late-bloomers, fade
Farewell finds footholds in fresh-fashioned sighs
Hours are a camouflaged promenade
Where tick by tock’s give-and-take synchronize
Sometimes the rhyme-scheme of Time’s pantomimes
Vexes the vagabond learning its lines
Season-song silvers the sedge by the fence
Blue finds new hues as dusk’s backdrop adheres
To branches, stark in their bare-naked stance
Where the romance of leaf-dance disappears
Darling, did you hear its fleet-footed fling?
Because frankly dear, I did not hear a thing
© Janet Martin
My favorite line: "autumn slips soft from each stem"...and the last two lines. There is an Emily Dickinson poem about autumn leaves that suggests the fleet-footed flingyness of fall in it.
ReplyDeleteI need to look through my poetry books and see if I can find it:)
DeleteThe ending was not what I was picturing but just sort of 'danced' its way in;-)
Thank-you for affirmation!