Autumn Haunts the Air

Coxcomb red her hair, viper black her eyes

Over fields of lace I hear her lullabies…

Lavender dreams of the gossamer streams

Lying in a mist of nothing it seems…

Ever a numbness as leaves pass the day

Ever a fragrance of autumn’s display

Now fighting the future, I beg you to stay...

Reviews

[barleygirl]

To consider just your writing & the words, one could say this is a delicious love serenade. But somehow you infused it with a hauntedness thru-out! Love the cauldron of hot & cold sentiments swirling. Every line feels like it's been thoughtfully turned over & over until perfected, but especially, I love this line: "Lying in a mist of nothing it seems" . . . the rhyme & rhythm add a ton to the ambiance of hauntedness (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[An owl on the moon]

Your presence always brings such a sweet magic dear friend. How I hope that magic is filling your world out there in every new day. :)

[John the Baptist]

Interesting symbolism in this one. The first line speaks of coxcomb red hair and viper black eyes. A beautiful color combination, but are we also being told something about the lady's character? Is she both belligerent and treacherous? Then we hear of lavender dreams and gossamer streams lying in the midst of nothing, "it seems." Has the speaker come to understand that what he had seen in the lady was nothing but a false front. In the end, she appears to be leaving him, and he is begging her to stay. Dumped, in other words. Perhaps all we are seeing here is a case of unrequited love, but the symbols rather jumped out at me.

[An owl on the moon]

So glad to have you by my friend! This is one of few poems written fairly quickly... upon the inspiration of love given and love lost... so yes.. there was that part of me that clung to love even when it became an unhealthy place. Hoping that is behind me. Thank you for your depthful insights. :)

[emmajoy]

What a beautiful woman your graphic shows! My niece is looking along with me and she exclaimed a loud WOW! As to your words, although the season flows from your wording there's still that feeling of what or who lingers in it.. strange how some writing becomes more than metaphorical. Come what may, right or wrong, your words are like so much of your writing, full of rich colours, yet fragile, transparent, ' Lavender dreams of the gossamer streams ~ lying in the mist of nothing it seems.'

[An owl on the moon]

Oh, dear Emma... always so good to have you by... over a decade of sharing poetry with you here! And you are always uplifting... always encouraging in every way.. thank you... whispering joy and peace over you and your dear family.