L'automne

~Posting an autumn poem in February~

Find me by the wayward stateside,
coming back home to reside, and lay white
upon the Earth's mottled lap.
Between the folds, I uphold
unsweetened truths, and pray
on my skinned green knees,
wobbling under the weight
of the scoliosed season's greetings.
My fingers gasp for fresh breaths
to hold onto the olfactory death
that is autumn,
reaching out skyward
towards the humming quiet of
reddened maples, and hibiscus drones that
drown out the bees licking
divine flesh off
from the last of flowers,
drinking up supple honey
relentlessly,
as the year
gulps down our time.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

someone a while back commented "When you write good poetry, you get good reviews." .. tho someone else's words ... i say them to you .. wonderful poetry Moonie! a keeper ... and how strange to experience Autumn in February :))))))))))) well done .. i love every line, metaphor, personification and image created .. i especially like how the lines shorten in your closing ... i slowed down without thinking ... drawing that last breath of Fall before the cold death sleep of Winter ... so good, my dear friend .. fine stuff!
E.

[Moonie]

Welll..Albert Camus did call Autumn the second spring, and honestly i began this as a spring poem, and didn't realise when it did the back flip... thank you soo much for the encouraging words, E. I honestly am so over whelmed!!
Whether my poetry is good or bad, I always do eagerly wait for your reviews, because you have a very keen eye for the little details that many others may miss out ( for eg the slowing down of the poem towards the end)
Love and peace, my friend :)))

[Einstein Noodle]

i get excited to see you have posted something new ... we are friends for a while now eh!? and from my point of view did some very rewarding collabs ... so happy you are back Moon Child! :)

[Neville]

there is something exquisitely disorientating about loosing oneself in a fine it o poetry devoted to autumn, when crafted in February (the tail end of winter) and metaphorically devouring it in spring...

if you dont mind me saying so my fine literary friend, this is super and was a most welcome find...

Neville :)

[h d e rushin]

you spare us nothing here; suffering, wisdom, intensity and at times a hint of grandeur. surpassing the ordinary allows the reader to convert energy into message...beautifully written...dana

[Moonie]

Thank you for such a kind review, dana!

[Fran Marie]

an autumn poem in
February still presents
a powerful read..love
reading about my
favorite time of the year
anytime ..this spring
feels reversed much
like the dying hues of autumn
due to the isolation of the
deadly virus thrust upon us
such a transitional period
for us all.

.nice work

[Paul Bell]

I suppose in a way this is Autumn going straight to winter.
Self-isolation and nut hoarding, hibernation would be welcome if a quick change in dna was at the ready.
Great poem, in a strange way, cheerful.

[Moonie]

Haha, I'm glad you found it cheerful! It does go well with our current self quarantine situation.

[Paul Bell]

This will be good for us. You can now sign to your noisy neighbours. lol

[Patricia Wedel]

dear "fairest"... a delicate wistful poem that touches the essence
of my Autumn soul. I weep as treasures of golden leaves with colors
of magenta and lavender sweep with the wind over the dreams of summers end...
truly an "interlude" of mystery. as ever, Pat

[Moonie]

Thank you for the beautiful words. Lavender is one of my favorite colors :)))

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A mottled lap, how grasping, the most intriguing part of course is the imagery in which the reader gorges , well done, good read.

[Moonie]

Thank you so much for the review!

[NotUsinganymore]

Very beautiful descriptive poem. I don't like autumn though, I prefer spring. c:

[Moonie]

Thank you!

[Gee]

Matters not when you post poems about seasons if they are writ this fine :)

[Moonie]

Thank you so much for the review, Gee!

[Robert Trakofler]

seems the seasons are changing so rapidly these days here its winter one day spring in the next and fall is about 2 hours long so I would forgive you for your seasonal dysphoria but it all seems like spring to me these days but that might just be my slant. lovely poetic lines dear Moon

[Moonie]

Thank you so much for the amazing review. I'm awfully slow with my review-back game, and I apologize for that!

[Chris Shaw]

A fine write. You gave this reader wonderful imagery of those red maples in fall. Beautiful language. Love this poem, it is wonderful.

Chris

[Moonie]

Thank you so much for the amazing review!