Dog Days are duly done, now and the air is fragrant with the scent of aster and Joe Pye and goldenrod scattered in fields like patches sewn in Mother Nature’s autumn quilt- the one she brings out for company- we being Her guests of honor.
The Light spills longer, shadow play illuminates all in scintillating scores of gold, innumerable shades and hues and tones, this. We rejoice, harvest the fruits of April’s seeds, June’s tending, July’s thinning. Drinking the air and swimming in Light-
Bathing in the ochroid afterglow, basking in warmth- as cats in the sun, flexing our claws, lazily, purring. The auric essence flows in goodwill, coats everything, honey as a balm for our souls, Flax as tonic of our spirits- painted on our bodies by viburnum’s burning hand.
Now is the time of joy, now the season of splendour- silver maple’s blood spotted lemon, sugar maple’s tangerine, red oak’s crimson tides, undulating across the hills- aspen’s delicate wisp; acorns rolling underfoot, hickory melting on the tongue, Monarchs taking wing and you, here, to take it all in with me.
Nothing this good can stay, so proclaims Frost- but I say, “Do let’s try!”- come run with me and play, outside, while caramel afternoons prevail- this heart needs reprieve from its cycle of desuetude, so enjoy, October’s sapphire and wheat days while they last, and make me believe, once more…
That gold can last forever, and that the dazzling hues of autumn will be captured in your memory as the color of my hair, and I’ll hold onto October skies in your gaze, while the grasshoppers wind down, dew burdens the grass, and berries paint the earth, scarlet, the very shade of my growing desire for you.
Help me trust that gold can stay, and make me feel I deserve to be overwhelmed in something so beautiful as the golden season in New England, just, for once, letting it all surround me in clouds, in swathes of spectral, shimmering, fiery evening glow- Wrap me in that quilt of flowers and bring the harvest to my door.
I so want to experience the fall in New England. I love the Spring and Fall. I had the opportunity once to go to Quebec in early October for a job and travel along the St Lawrence and cross St Catherines Bay. The trees started to turn, making calico colored hills. I truly want to experience that in America. Someday, I want to experience it, to stay in a bed and breakfast and drive through the countryside. I just thing that would be so cool. This is wonderful writing Marie. You capture this beautifully.
The calmness of this poem is amazing. You absolutely captured the slow, quiet feeling of summer ending and coming into the fall. The calm before the storm and I can't believe this isn't in a book yet? There are so many things I've read on this site that prove to me, these people absolutely deserve to be published, and you're one of them. This poem paints a better picture than a photo up on a wall, and it was just wonderful
hi sorry for being so late, in judging my colours competition and reviewing, i loved this poem alive with so many descriptives and colours, loved it, thanks again for being so understanding, good luck
like the flow of this part"The auric essence flows in goodwill, coats everything,
honey as a balm for our souls,
Flax as tonic of our spirits- painted on our bodies
by viburnum’s burning hand. "
Magnificent. Stunning. One of your very best. A simply dazzling piece. Bravo
and congratulations.
There are so many memorable lines.
"Now is the time of joy, now the season of splendour"--simply wonderful.
The cause, harvest of
"...the fruits of April’s seeds,
June’s tending, July’s thinning.
Drinking the air and swimming in Light-"
And I really like bring in Frost's poem "Nothing Gold can Stay", one of my
favorites and read by me at my thesis advisor's eulogy. Reading your words, I
was already with this poem before your mention of it:
"Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour."
Your fervent desire:
"Help me trust that gold can stay, and make me feel
I deserve to be overwhelmed in something
so beautiful as the golden season in New England"
Oh how desireable, how we would this were true.
This is a truly inspired piece. A 98% poem for sure. I've never given higher
and I toyed with the idea that this rated higher. This is among the very
finestpieces I've read on WC. This is really spectacular. Get this published!
Enjoyed so much. Highest marks possible!
Best regards,
Rick
Posted 13 Years Ago
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11 Years Ago
Thanks Rick.. was re-reading this beautiful review today. I can tell you that the person who helped .. read moreThanks Rick.. was re-reading this beautiful review today. I can tell you that the person who helped inspire it quoted the Frost poem to me; thus my allusion to it is most definitely deliberate. It was nice that you picked it up.
11 Years Ago
You are certainly more than welcome. What a beautiful piece of poetry!
Thank you for writing such a wonderful tribute for my favorite season! You have given me the urg to go out and play or eat something from our midwest harvest :)
Now how have I missed this piece? I absolutely love it! So vivid and real! It flow's so freely from line to line and verse to verse that it is impossible not to become wrapped up in it. So much so that I wanted to check my floor to make sure I wasn't indeed standing amongst the red and golden leaves. This is absolutely breathtaking and beautiful. Definitely going into my favorites! Wow!
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