Saturday, October 31, 2020

October-set


Jim, my most faithful compliment-or and critic
said this morning, 'bless their hearts, whoever they are
(who bother  take the time to read another autumn poem by Janet
And have any idea what she's saying)'
And I say Amen. 😀
(I usually try to finish writing before he is home but I got lost
outside too long this morning...
He said if he wrote an autumn poem it would say
In Fall 
We Rake 
Leaves. 
I told him most people would prefer his style to mine. 😂
He is for the most part very patient when it comes to my rhyme-fetish.

This morning's frost did it;
Earth is embossed in golden snow!
 





Earth’s halls are decked with Autumn-set 
Beneath our feet is splayed 
The fading strains of what remains 
Of foliage-promenade 

Ballrooms of air are gleaming where 
Leaf-ballerinas twirl 
And lure us in to laugh and spin 
With life’s Forever Girl 

Impressions of fond days we love 
Are transformed, leaf-by-leaf 
The Dancer shucked and gently tucked 
Into the Planter’s Sheaf 

The Best and Worst of Blessed and Cursed 
Are lavished with fine art 
Where time performs its season-storms 
Until death do us part 

Now dawn is tossed in yawns of frost 
The Silence, silver-kissed 
As green becomes the brittle sums 
Of Autumn’s amethyst 

Where gardens glow with golden snow 
Midst heart-throbbed hugs and sighs 
Because we sense the transience 
Of autumn’s paradise 

Weightless and soft medallions waft 
As nature’s tresses fall 
Into a wreath settled beneath 
The Framework of it all 

© Janet Martin 




2 comments:

I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!