Wednesday, August 30, 2023

Poetry about Fall

Greeting to Autumn (Not Without Remembrance)*
Paul Klusman

Painting the tops of the tips of trees
With a palette of the colors of fall
As light grows short and the first hard freeze
Autumn comes to call

The last bright days make their final round
While leaves settle gently to the ground
I remember a love, what did become her?
The radio plays, "The Boys of Summer"

When my love's gone, when the radio plays
I will think of past days

Come out with your rakes, come out with your blowers
Tidy your yard with gasoline mowers
Pack the leaves into plastic bags
Throw away nature and fly your flags

On a sunny porch I watch birds and squirrels
As the northern wind gets draft deferrals

Meanwhile, like days going past in late October
Make the nights longer, cold and sober
The sun in his passing will sink down low
Late in the year to make shadows grow

We'll turn our shoulders to coming winter
While fireplace logs crackle and splinter

What a giver has, what a robber lacks
What connects us when we're apart
Like a silent flowing candle wax
The colors warm my heart




*This is a reply to "Greeting to Spring (Not Without Trepidation)" by Robert Lax

2 comments:

  1. This is lovely and I so agree about the noisy leaf blowers and plastic bags. September makes me feel down. I suffer with SAD and living in Northern England the days are short and the nights are long. Thank you.

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  2. Beautiful, Paul. I am looking at green leaves and thinking of the death of Autumn and the arrival of Winter. Wonderful poetry

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