Ask Of Autumn

Summer usually introduces Autumn; now I have the privilege!

More and more

The oranged builder gapes

At bills where swans 

Did nest

Chalices did rest 

Before

What stupidity lacks 

Is not a buried wisdom

Stacked above on gazillions 

Of pre-destined natural events

But instead

The wet air in the leaves

The rustle

Anxious jostle 

To gain some progress 

In some fashion

But.. can't fashion the 

Inescapable awesomeness

In the Mother's Arena

Outside of my 

(gazillionously)Tiny season-dyed street.

Contemplate : : 

there is no substitute,

for when

senses tickle me

Universes collide with 

such black spin

I'm thrust in pocket deep 

Mortally coiled  

From wicked Winter

To fickle Spring

Through sultry Summer

We ask of autumn once again

Go easy 

Like you are 

On the minds eye

Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

Simply superb. One of my faves of yours, I think (but there are so many). I love the seasonal changes so much, and love to read how people from different parts describe them.

[aponijose]

The way you surrender yourself to such a force is such a beautiful thing.

To be honest, I feel like there would be a lot of people who may not get this fully because of its construction; my self included. But to me, it is the attempt at the documentation that serves as the message. To me, the way you seemed to have let the words flow as they must have in the inception of the piece conveys the fine line between being accepting and being overwhelmed. And the last few lines seems to streamline everything as if it is trying to make sense of this quiet chaos. It also seems to say--"this is it, this is what I have to say and I can live with it." As someone who tries to write, I envy that. =)

Personally, I think that the third stanza is a bit confusing but then again, that may only be because I am reading it wrong. And perhaps, if you tweak it a little, it will lose the charm. So, to each his/her own.

Nevertheless, it is a pretty good write up. Thank you for that.

[Norma M Sutton]

This is nice. The visual images are vivid.

[Wondering Mind]

Oh yes! Quite the write!! The whole poem was lovely, and I especially like how you wrapped it at the end with time-less-ness.