Autumn's Breath

By eaves, burdened by the weight of pendulous leaves

Dropped by spent trees

The pulse of sap

Stilled within them.

 

By branches curtseying and bending tunefully

In anticipation of the dance they are called to

By gossiping winds

unable to hold their chatter.

 

By sleeping dog, untroubled by arthritic knees

As she chases industrious squirrels

Whispering death to them in stifled barks

Pleasure outpouring the soft container of her dreams.

 

Autumn, her breath tinged with the gold of promised darkness,

Exhales gently across the waiting land

And dusk seeps

Through closed lids

To meet her lover

As night descends.

Reviews

[EMF]

Wonderful. Marvellous imagry and discription. You have drawn out words and left the smell of Autum. Wonderful.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

gossiping winds and they say I paint pictures with words, awesome!