Monday Morning Autumn...

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Wed, 27 Aug 2014
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Monday Morning Autumn...
 
and a murder of crows insist 
amongst the shawl of pine trees
where we’d lain, and talked
about the sky; me – believing 
summer would always be...
 
yet in her hand a folly of daisies –
life – like flowers entrenched 
in all things fragile; petals –
wilting.   
 
They were dying
even as she held them...this
she accepted, this – she knew.
 
Time to take down the hammock
already full of fallen leaves,
and to pick the Cox’s Orange Pippins –
take them inside –stack them
in a pyramid, in a dish.
 
Dismantle the picnic table –
stash the deckchairs in the barn,
watch the sun swallow the key;
 
think back to when we folded 
paper napkins into swans
and watched them fly toward 
another Monday morning,
autumn, when all things go by
but time.
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Comments

Submitted by Geoff Smith on

I like this - and gosh it does feel like the end of something right now. I think the poem is great as far as 'she knew'. Personally I think the poem should end there. I like the second half, but it feels kind separate from the first half to me, almost like two poems.

Thanks for reading. I am grateful for your time.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Hi there, Jasper...your comments never fail to inspire.  Thank you so much for your thoughts. More than valued, and I'm pleased you enjoyed.  I shall think on your wordssmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I suppose there is a deliberate change of tempo and quality of musings at that point. Moving into the practical, and back again. The whole a musing of the whimsical, nostalgic, retrenchment? Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

You are so right in what you say, Rhiannon.  Retrenchment, indeedsmiley

Thanks so much for reading, and for sharing your thoughts.  Very much appreciated.

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Making time to reflect on those Summer months...then putting all things of Summer to rest,  ready for the coming of Autumn.  You describe beautifully in this poem Tina.

Thank you for sharing and also I love the picture,  sums up the poem so well.

Jenny.smiley

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Good morning, Jenny...or I suppose that should be 'Good afternoon'.

So pleased you liked this, and I'm really glad you noticed the picture as well.smiley

Have a good Thursday.

Tina

 

Submitted by russiandoll on

Love the idea of the key being swallowed by the sun/shadow.  

Such a lovely piece - acceptance, love, pain... life. xx

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

In a nutshell...xx Tina