Tuesday, September 30, 2014

September's End


Autumn is a pressed leaf
On a page I’ve already read,
Stained yellow by the
Finger-print of my younger self.

Fall brings about the kind of nights where
Each picture window facing the wood
Splits itself like a tapestry into
Shifting shapes of cinnamon and honey-sky.

Streetlights flash their censors a little
Earlier each evening, and the yellow checks
Of window-glass from neighboring houses
Beckon to winter birds and wood vermon
Like branch-lanterns from another era.

Autumn is an old man in a red shirt
Reading a forgotten newspaper that blows
The aging faces of it’s stories across
Lawns full of ever-green the foliage of pine.

We embroider our early nights of spray-paint orange
And coal-stove cinder, carnivals and hayrides.
We drink apple cider in the backs of cars,
Happy and pressed knee-to-knee like thirsty clowns.

September is a fresh sundress
You can no longer wear without a sweater,
It’s a boot-full of pine cone and red pepper,
Fresh potato soup simmering,
And the sweet molasses of cornbread baking
against the cozy, crackling logs of a bonfire.

This is a season-full of rusty cars,
Bodies swaying against a solstice-colored sky
To a small-town band in a country field,
their drums beating the sweaty blues
of summer into some other hemisphere.


Written for a prompt at Magpie Tales.
Added to the open link at Toads.

21 comments:

  1. This is truly beautiful, I especially love your description of autumn . . . . .




    Autumn is an old man in a red shirt
    Reading a forgotten newspaper that blows
    The aging faces of it’s stories across
    Lawns full of ever-green and forgotten pine.

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  2. Oh yes, you have described the lovely moments and treasures of autumn in our wake!

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  3. Glad I discovered your work. It is amazing!

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    1. that is such a compliment. i am humbled! thank you, friend!

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  4. Thank you Stacy for such a lovely comment on my blog.

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  5. Now I have caramels and golds and browns and "an old man in a red shirt" dancing in my mind. Autumn, indeed. ♥

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  6. I adore this! Really gorgeous imagery throughout.

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  7. "...the sweaty blues of summer..." and your wonderful descriptive made a beautiful painting.

    Thanks for coming by to visit. Even scarier, within that old mirror is a reflected image of me. I lean toward the dark side with joy.

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  8. Stacy~
    You are blooming and growing and creating wonders with words. This piece is a delight of imagery from line one to last. Your talent and skill development continue to amaze me.

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    1. you're comment just made my night, literally! i didn't think it could get much better, what with the pumpkin cream pie and coffee and visiting everyone's blog...but your comment just made my evening shine!

      thank you sooo much!! and you are quite talented yourself, don't you forget! :)

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  9. sweet poem - you really took me into the season - really authentic imagery

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  10. yes, one more rustic october is knocking on my rusty squeeky door. you captured the coming of fall picktorially wonderful.

    gracias for sharing

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  11. Autumn is an old man in a red shirt
    Reading a forgotten newspaper that blows
    The aging faces of it’s stories across
    Lawns full of ever-green the foliage of pine."
    - deeply mysteriious this figure, this fire god who hammers now into my antipodean hemisphere ...see you on the flip side , Stacy Lynn

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  12. Stacy, this is my first visit here, an old man, wearing blue T-shirt, since our Naples, Florida temperatures are still in the highest of eighties.

    What a pleasure to be here. Your words have me tasting, smelling, feeling, remembering, forgetting, laughing, crying, happy, sad (for my rusty old PU truck--grin!)
    and GRATEFUL--that I came here today.

    Do words do that to you, too?

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    1. yes, sir...they surely do! they haunt, elate, blow themselves back and forth between the walls of my brain until i write them. :)

      i am honored to have you stop by as well! i hope you'll come back again soon.

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  13. Stacy,

    Your use of imagery really pulls the reader into your words. I enjoyed the last stanza..I have to like some sweaty drum blues..

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  14. I love the imagery in this poem - autumn is an old man in a red shirt... gorgeous! Autumn is my favourite season...

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  15. love the images...autumn is an amazing season! :)

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  16. You describe some of the things I like best about autumn...a mix of nostalgia and new...I consider autumn my personal spring...

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  17. Wonderful imagery! I especially like
    "the yellow checks
    Of window-glass from neighboring houses"

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Thank you for taking the time to comment, it is so appreciated. Your thoughts and critiques are always welcome! I will be by to visit your blog soon!