a wind has blown the rain away & the sky away & all the leaves away, & the trees stand. i think i, too, have known autumn too long. ~ e. e. cummings
Image (c) 2010, Karla Dorman
... i think i have known autumn for
far too long --- the dying season,
where everything i have ever loved
makes like leaves and falls from
the trees.
i tried to keep you: i pressed you
between the pages of my favorite
book, took pictures ---
but it wasn't enough.
nothing i can do to bring you back:
your colors have faded, your edges
are cracked and brittle --- even my
tears don't help. should throw you
away, but i. just. can't ---
it's the last thing i have of you.
(c) 2010, Karla Dorman (12/8)
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Reviews of "I Think I Have Known Autumn For Far Too Long"
letting go is hard ,nice write,watching the trees in their glory ,being stripped naked ,to stand cold and stark,is a lot lkke lifes sxperience's and you capture that in your words
Karla, a touching write my dear friend. A beautiful metaphor. Autumn is the changing of the guard for seasons and the time for changing of our perceptions. Your words address birth, death the renewal of life and emotion as well. It is well that you have chosen to share this sagely perspective. I bid you love and peace. Jon Michael
At least we HAD an autumn to remember; hopefully we will have some semblance of a winter, like we did last year. Somehow seventy degrees in December, January, or February seems all wrong. Give me the cold and the snow!
Well done, Karla; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :)
It is sad when the glorious leaves fade into the sunset leaving nothing but barren branches. But, remember they always come back. Excellent write.
Mary
Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
Reviewed on December 8, 2010
so metaphoric and deep on many levels, the birth-death-rebirth cycle spanning each and every particle in the limitless universe. really beautiful karla, lucid poem of depth and weight.
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Well done, Karla; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :)
It is sad when the glorious leaves fade into the sunset leaving nothing but barren branches. But, remember they always come back. Excellent write.
Mary