I feel the gray rain falling in my mind.
Crying becomes a thousand leaves outlined.
My eyes are mesmerized by red sumac.
A touch of pewter shines against my back.
The autumn smells of apples in my hair.
The smoke of silence strips the light from air.
I taste a lemon memory of cold skies.
Frost writes your name across my closed eyes.
Copyright, Sandra Fowler,2006
This intimate relationship with elements of nature, which sometimes amounts to complete unity, is amazing. The imagery is as vivid and surprising as the experiences depicted.
Sandra, this is such a melancholy piece - filled with and sombre grays and tears. Once again, you use your unique rapport with the natural world to effectively capture mood and show the reader your Autumn state of mind. A wonderful poem. love, Allie xxxx
very well writen, nicely said, and very beautiful piece of poetry.
Wonderful Poem, really enjoyed it, , can't wait to read more.
In this blasting Delhi's summer heat of 42 dgrees C, I can still feel Autumn with my mind! Truly it is a state of mind! 10+ -Raj Nandy
Sandra, I suppose Autumn can be a state of mind, leaves fall, tears fall, but in life there is winter warmth, as well as winter cold. I love your writing Bob
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sandra, in the title itself you have said everything. though the poem begins on a melancholic note, somehow in the last lines, your memories dispel the clouds. seasons of the mind governed by seasons of the heart. lovely. you always express your thoughts so beautifully, using unusual images.10 Mamta