Summer ended on cotton threads
overgrown with vines and passion.
And the roses that made me queen
lay brown with abandonment -
scattered now at the foot of Venus,
standing in shadows both blue and cold.
How soft our tongues were in June -
barely touching our teeth,
as we sang the wind back to
the north, and trilled magical
chants in the pale of morning -
before the silence was broken.
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Ahhhh, what bittersweetness. The end of the summer is always this way. I've been outside all of the late morning with my son, and this poem says it all. The line about the "roses that made me queen" choked me up for this is how I feel about my dying garden.
trooping with crows....I guess we have to look at it this way - at least we have the glorious leaves to look at for a while before the colorless winter - one last burst of color before all goes bleak.
Sorry - I didn't mean to sound like the voice of gloom. lol
Winter has its beauty, too, of course.
Very beautiful. I love summer the most, so it's hard to let it go.
I was mesmerized. There was a breathless passion. The last stirring of heat on the wind.
blue possum, It IS hard to let go...but like I said, winter has its rewards as well. AND the way time fies these days - summer will be back before you know it. ;P
Jason, it is such an honor having you visit here. I appreciate your support and your stirring remarks more than I can say.
I love the first line. What a wonderful sensual image.
I've been reading so many warm, welcoming autumn poems lately. It's refreshing to hear the sadness in yours. (Even though fall is my favorite... )
Aine, You are so right about the sadness. I had hoped to communicate a loss with this poem. References to dying flowers, abandonment, the goddess of love standing in blue/cold shadows, et al. could be a loss of a lover as well as a loss of the season - or both.
Equinox, my very first post, tells more of how I feel about fall, if you care to read it.
I would love your comments.
I am so very pleased that you stopped by, Aine. I hope you will visit often. :)
It simply amazes me to view the pictures you paint with words
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