autumn as metaphor...

Indian Summer

summoned by Autumn to make

her final curtain call

after Autumn heightened her glory

she secretly wished to retreat
but held on for just awhile longer

does she weep?

does she leave quietly

and gracefully?

she had sensed Winter  lingering in wait
yet he made no demands
because he knew his fate

she felt fragile, depleted, spent...

after all she had given,

 though, as is her way,
 she gave freely and with love
yet,  even as she gave,  the giving took something from her
it had to, as a sign to re-build her strength
for her next vital performance

~

why does she hang on till the twelfth month's near end,

after all her sacred beauty has gone?

because
even though her time is short

the letting go, is always painful...

©

2009
image source: spirit of autumn_il_ 430xN.56319247

Autumn Rush...

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G A R A H S T A H

dance of Autumn...

the dance of Autumn
charmed by the crisp, cool air
alive with a musky
heavy laden scent of what's to come!

imagination dancing...                               flourishing...
                           preparing...
                          rendering...

challenging the senses
awakening the muse

airing of the stale, old, dead...
reveling in the newthat is illumined by the harvest moon

life quickened before its pending sudden halt
as it lays to rest at winter's edge
where dormant lies the earth
where souls retreat to regain

  mother earth will once again be at rest
yet, at this moment
Autumn's joy is felt
with visions of country churches whose steeples peek through
painted hilltops of gold and crimson
aglow with a morning mist; a veil delaying the day's entrance for just a little while longer...while pink swirls attempt to be seen, reaching out
morphing into skies rendered in vivid blues
till late day winds blow
churning skies of grey
tempting to wisk it ALL away
away...
away...

when ALL that is wanted
is for her to stay

Like lovers holding on as long as they can
whose stolen momentspaint the soul
 while holding...
to Autumn's final dance~
darling, do not go as Autumn doesas she bows once more before a standing ovationbegging an encore
do not go!stay, as long as you can
rest in these armsstay...stay...
let them embrace you like the shroud of Autumnembraces the earth
if only, for just a little while longer...

©
2009

image source: autumn by li-bra on deviantart
some new Autumn pics at: G A R A H S T A H

worthy of sharing? ...winds of change...

Autumn breaks through the barriers

of the late Summer Sun

Harvest has begun...

Leaves come to shroud the dissonance

that build upon the lands

readying themselves for Winter's long embrace

She comes...

He goes...

They move in separate ways.

yet, mysterious ones.

For what was known

is incomplete...

Autumn carries with it

a breath of exuberant air!

the dissonance so greatly needs.

come now lover

do not wait for the frost.

come now lover

when the leaves begin their dance

among smoky grey blue skies,

where the hawks fly

in unison,

bringing messages to those that

need them...

windows lay open for those last seasonal

breezes that blow,

bring change,

a new perspective

new opportunities

come now lover while the Sun streams through

the trees, and rises in the east hills of green, still,

yet becoming gold, red, orange.

come now lover

do not wait any longer

as the earth is readying herself

i ready myself for you...

©
2009

image source: Messages of the Hawk by Calli ~ This is an old painting that was published a few years ago, but one I would clearly make some changes to now. Yet, I still love the meaning behind it!

Welcoming Autumn...

welcoming you...

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