"My Autumn Rose..."

“My Autumn Rose…”

 

Stood outside this morning,

leaned on the porch rail

just looking, wishing for the sun.

And the stillness filled me,

…chilled me,

coiled around and through me.

Then held me

- transfixed in place and time.

 

From the mug in hand -

the coffee mysts rose

and intermingled with the deepening haze

as the darkening grey spread edge-to-edge.

I watched, lost in my own moment -

of an October come home

to play.

 

The trees are so alive in their deathlike sleep,

such hues framing our very existence -

as yet - so few branches show bare,

…so few… stark reminders -

of tomorrows to come

and tomorrows that came.

 

This morning …life… paused

and with the silence

I held my breath

waiting

…waiting…

for a sound I only now hear within.

It came …I smiled,

turned and went inside.

 

Chris

 

 

 

Author's Note

feel free

Reviews

[Mk.t.g]

Wonderfully composed, Chris! Such an amazing description of the autumn roses.
Mk.t.g

[Chris]

We best define our own "moments"...

[Mk.t.g]

Indeed, Chris!

[Coyote Poetry]

My loco roses bloomed in October. The hot Summer kept them sleeping. I did enjoy the poetry. Was a easy October for Michigan. Grandchildren di enjoy the days of Halloween. Hello Chris. The cold days of Winter had came to us. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry. I did enjoy the poetry.
Coyote

[Chris]

You are ALWAYS welcome here... always.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello Chris, was a easy October, nice beginning to November. Now the kiss of Winter is here. It was pleasure to read your work.

[Chris]

For me it really isn't work - just life as I know and live with it.

[Red Brick Keshner]

There was a recurring thought, growing up, to give autumn 🍂 trees �™ sleeping 😴 gear so they look less death like and bedraggled, that sort of random feel when being lost in the autumn moments. Perhaps we too begin an awareness of a similar process of seasons within ourselves and learn more to dance n time.

[Chris]

THAT is a precious step to suggest... and thought-full. Thank you.

[Scott Kris]

Ah… I do wonder what memory you were waiting to hear?
What a beautiful writing.
The winter comes over and over. Each season killing off one more memory, or did it create one? Hmmm…

I’m not sure I can handle another Spring, knowing how it all ends.

Thank you for this very human poem.

Scott.

[Chris]

Each has his/her memories that follow in their footsteps so long as they live... is what keeps us human.

[softlyfall]

Every now and then there is a single moment that transcends and remains fixed in our memories. It is usually very sensory, like your poem. You created such an authentic setting, I felt right there, even though this was a private, almost cocooned, moment.

[Chris]

YOU are always welcome to pause with me...

[Ken e Bujold]

Love the bold strokes with which you have painted this autumnal canvas Chris. The opening stanza lines
And the stillness filled me, chilled me, coiled around and through me. Then held me- transfixed in place and time.
with their flowing cadence wrapped around me as I read and I could only pull them tighten as I walked to poem's end.

great read
ken

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

You paint a beautiful scene that embodies why I love autumn

[Einstein Noodle]

a moment is only that isn't it Chris ... great read for me .. lately my dog Beauregard, along with the leanings of our axis .. is waking me at that darkest hour .. before dawn .. i also have me mug in hand .. coffee black and straight up .. a most decided chill in the air .. almost think you and i shared it brother .. wonderful read for me .. such a captured moment .. we want and for a time will try .. to extend it somehow .. but we can not .. already we are in the next one aren't we .. luv on dear friend .. i think your voice simply is .........
E.

[Chris]

Good seeing you E...

[Einstein Noodle]

good to be here Chris!