September labored ripe with heavy moon,
died in the delivering of autumn.
The blue heron's left the river
with stiff legs and hurried wings.
And now the long slender necks of
flowers bow, dropping their petals.
Sharp points against raspy ground
and wishing trees
Now burst in firey reds - Adamah
before the fall.
Raised from ash, returned
to dust
A crisp prayer whispering
at your heels.
Carolynn...your poems always take me on surreal journey into nature, and I'm always glad that I've gone. I'm jealous of your ability to use nature imagery in fresh ways and always surprise me. Beautiful conclusion. Take care, John
What a lovely, sensuous, image-rich look at autumn! Thank you for the treat!
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Opening section is a real sticker. Rest runs with the quiet, colourful power that you are master at, Carolynn ('...long, slender necks...', '..Sharp points against raspy ground / And wishing trees...') . Love it when a poet makes enchanting imagery look easy. Love, Gina.