The slow burning of the leaves
prefigures the ripening of my soul.
Today the weather
is like a companion,
the warm, still air
poised at a precipice
before its leap into winter.
Time has taken a breath.
Something inside me
is waiting to fall, like the leaves.
delicate bits of precision with a hint of despair which is actually victory a smooth poem not jagged comfotable when the blizzard storms into the heart
This is delightful. There is a strange, enclosing pleasure in feeling Autumn and you have caught it.
lovely images, beautiful poem with a lot of depth too.. 'Something inside me is waiting to fall, like the leaves.' especially this was haunting.. i can give it a lot of meanings. one of them is that you are ready to let something go while you are waiting for something new.. just like the new leaves in spring.. Great write! HBH
Lovely images. A fantastic hook and the slow flow of the poem has almost an oriental feel. It summed up Autumn for me.
Now that is rather beautiful Max, a lovely poem about the inevitable. Sincerely Ernestine
I like it, i think it really really encapsulates the ever pressing autumn..i probably interpreted wrong, but to me i got the idea you were talking about when you feel in a state of unsurity, not happy, not sad, but u know that sometime soon winter is going to fall...i get that. nice imagery!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you have such a way with concise little photos of words... and you know I just love images of the seasons!