the in-between magic

the in-between magic

 

 

October clouds

are colder than August's

 

they look the same

like identical twins

 

but inside the rain is colder

hearts begin to frost

and yet they smile

warmer than a hot summer's breeze

 

dandelions die fast

with the approaching winter

but meanwhile the maple leaves

sit under those October clouds

doused with that cold rain

changing colors significantly

 

and then grasping for security

as the wind whisks them away

and August becomes a distant memory.

 

it's all beautiful death.

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/1/24

Reviews

[John]

An age old theme made fresh with surprising and disarming imagery - colder clouds, dandelions that die fast, identical twins in nature. We accept that hearts can frost and at the same time smile, a contradiction that makes way for the poem's unsettling but accepted conclusion. In that liminal space between one season and another, we can find magic.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your perceptions of this piece, John,
j.

[Lorry]

Spoken like a true Scotsman Sir, where even breathing in too deeply feels like your air-con is set too low.
Even the sun feels too bright for the hear we receive from it in October, but the colours and images are maybe the only reason I can think of that we don't hibernate like the bears.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I wonder what it would be like to be a Bear....hibernation from life.
thank you, Lorry,
j.

[Sami Khalil]

An Autumnal poem full of meaning and metaphors; the death and rebirth are God's way of changing things, moving things, recycling things, sharing things.
Your poems are enjoyable in any season.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Sami,
j.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome sir Jacob.