Symphony That Was...

 

Leaf-lamps clung to woodland wicks for dear life this year!

We didn't get a killer frost to hasten their departure!

But now suddenly earth feels like a hall emptied of crowds

after the show...

Dusk casts brief shadows on a strobe of golden stillness

before drawing the shades as darkness swaddles supper-hour

Victoria and I were drawn outdoors

 as November Dusk outdid itself

in symphonic splendor

Now that the limb is stripped of leaf

The woods and countryside

Seem stilled beneath a silver sheath

Of silence amplified

Now that leaf-lilt has been subdued

The landscape dons an air

Of reverence and solitude

Akin to solemn prayer

Now that the lamp of leaf is snuffed

Of luminescent glow

The halls of hills and field seem buffed

To showcase stars of snow 

Now that the leaves have fallen down

The hush after applause

Swaddles the countryside and town

With Symphony That Was

© Janet Martin