Autumn
by Judy Lewis
A stand of birches, icy white barked,
Shed their leaves like golden rain
Amid the fog of haunted autumn
Death may be a whispered message
In the swirl of ghostly mist
Yet eruptions of violent color
Hot with red and sulphur yellow
Are the mimics of our own season
I much prefer the bite of October
To the cloying scent of pollen rich May
This does not feel like green life dying
More like creation changing its mind
And redesigning the complexion of life
Painting foliage, softening jawlines
Into new expressive art forms
I have travelled a long way for this view
It is the destination I always had in mind
Uncovering bright mysteries in the act
Of abandoning our first seasons skin
Hold me fast for it is best to be well rooted
When we stand bare boned in the cold of winter |
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