The leaves are out

The leaves are out

 in full colours today

 oh, what splendour!

 oh... what beauty.

Autumn is the greatest 

 month.

A time for remembrance,

a time for grieving.

Grieving can be beautiful too,

 said my mother.

Then, she died.

In spring, as the flowers

 blossomed

my mother, brought in

 the groceries

 before retreating to bed

 for a rest,

 she shut her eyes,

 peaches in the sky.

Half a year hence

 a half year of grey,

 the burning sun,

 air-conditioning,

 hot, sleepless nights.

But autumn is the greatest 

 month.

A time for walks

 through yellow woods,

a time for shorebirds

 to take flight,

a time for beautiful men

 , like me, 

 to sit quietly and wonder.

 Autumn 

 is the greatest month.

 An autumn like this

 comes around

 only once. 

--7th november 2024.

Author's Note

still not a hundred per cent. getting there. i will try to respond and comment on everyone's work as much as i can.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I feel this...autumn is my favorite season and I lost my mother several years ago.
My favorite picture of her is one taken in Vermont on a beautiful fall day and she is standing in front of a maple tree, decked out in its orange and gold...and she in her Pendleton jacket.
j.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

thanks for sharing J. i hope this year is a year to blossom

[Ennay]

Autumn is the season of memories. Reminding me of things from the past, and it can be quite beautiful. You portrayed this wonderfully.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

thanks Ennay. i'm glad this work resonated with you. andi hope you fill this season reliving happy memories while it still lasts.

[Samuel Dickens]

I suspect there is more meaning in these words than my limited familiarization can find. There are parts that hit home, like the beautiful Autumn when things changed, and the loss of your mother. I take your words and apply them to my own story. Excellent writing.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

Thanks Samuel. please take my words and recreate them into your own image. i'm flatterred that anyone will take inspiration from my writing.
for me, a true poem doesn't have one obvious interpretation, and sometimes you have to read it over and over again. so, if you have time please re-read it, that would really please me xD

[Gee]

Autumn comes to.is in September/October and for 4-6 weeks all is ablaze with beauty and then the dull, drear, wet, gloom of winter descends upon us:(

Tis a lovely piece of writing Erm

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

thanks Gee. i appreciate you dropping by! the cold is fast approaching, i can feel it...

[Chris Shaw]

Autumn is not my favourite time of year, but the colours of the leaf canopy can be incredible. This is a touching read in which you remember your late mother and the imagery conveyed is most beautiful. A lovely poem Ern. The first I have read of yours. Pleased to stop by.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

thanks Chris. i am alwaygs glad to have a new reader. see you around!

[Aarti Sriram]

A heartfelt poem dear @Ern, you write about loss and remembrance, the profound grief of losing mother. Your lenses of autumn depicts that pain and losss but also highlights a special meaning about relationships. Autumn is also a transition, leading up to winter similar to your transition from grief to moving forward in life.. The self-reflection, survival, and strength to continue all very well composed dear in your writing The recurring emphasis on autumn as a great month is something I resonate well with.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

i think you understood this poem better than i did. thank you for your review, and i hope to see you again.

[Andra Davis]

Autumn isn't my best season but you made it good.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

thanks Andra for stopping by! different strokes for different folks, but i'm glad i could share you my fondness for fall.

[duff]

The colors are vibrant and there is an uplifting sadness throughout. Its quite beautiful.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

thanks Duff :D

[redzone]

Ern, loss of a loved one is always hard. It has been 8 years since my mom passed. I think of her often, at times it just hit you. I wrote this to my dad after her death.... "A flower blooms for only a moment, but its opened petals brings light and joy to the world." She loved African Violets. It's strange perhaps, but my mom passed in Autumn, just a few days shy of Winter.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

thank you redzone for your comment and sharing your story. it's been less than a year for me, and i will give it more time and try to be grateful for the light and joy she brought into my world.

[Re-Pete]

contemplative words. touching. nature has much to say and teach if we are attentive. i enjoyed this as i love nature.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

i think the love of nature is embedded in all hearts. too bad people are 'busy' and foresake time in it. you are right, nature teaches things we cannot read off a phone. i certainly have learned a lot.