The susurrus of the skittering leaves From the red maple trees across the street Whispers departure yet nobody grieves Summer is leaving but not in defeat It had a good run and it has been fun
Today the sky is brilliant blue and clear Tonight we turn back in time for an hour This might be my favorite time of year A red maple leaf makes a splendid flower With Hallowe'en day after tomorrow
They came and fixed my furnace yesterday This year fall is not a time for sorrow The Santa Ana wind blows doubt away Along with the leaves for one who believes As I do that our best is yet to be
Most uplifting, Stevie. I needed this. Autumn is my favorite season. It seems to draw out the strongest of emotions. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you.
Steven, I really like the way you wove a couple of homonyms through this poem. In the first stanza, with skittering leaves and Summer leaving. Then again in the last line: "The fall will be the rise of you and me." I have to admit though, I needed to look up susurrus in the dictionary. Cool word. I like it. When I first saw it, it made me think of tsooris...which is Yiddish for worries.
I had to drive down to South Florida on Friday. Strangely fall hit early along the highway. We usually don't see the leaves change until Christmas time. It was very surreal to come out of a hurricane smack into fall.
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I had to drive down to South Florida on Friday. Strangely fall hit early along the highway. We usually don't see the leaves change until Christmas time. It was very surreal to come out of a hurricane smack into fall.
Be well my friend.
~ Sara
Beautiful write yet again Stevie!!
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