The Thing about Autumn

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Thu, 25 Sep 2014
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10 comments
 
to see but one leaf fall, releases
the melancholy in me as I follow
the call of the lapwing above the hill
sinking deeper into myself with every step
to this endless present...
 
where your voice ricochets off dints
and hollows where the muntjac lies abed –
its slender form impressed upon the rye grass
and ink-tipped nettles
 
the potting shed at the bottom of the yard
resounds, still, to the chatter of you, as you fling wide
its door to gaze at morning stars, and your guitar
strums a silent tune
 
as I pick up the book was your father’s...
the one he left you on British Flora and Fauna 
filled with pressed flowers, warm still from the sun, 
and the soil that spawned them,
and the absent touch
of your hands. 
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Silver Spun Sand Poems
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Comments

Submitted by Bee on

Tina, this left me heavy with sadness, as it should have. 

'to this endless present...

 

where your voice ricochets off dints

and hollows where the muntjac lies abed –

its slender form impressed upon the rye grass

and ink-tipped nettles...' - that's special. '

'and the absent touch of your hands.' 

This is a gem!

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Bee...so pleased you thought so, and speaking of gems, you sparkle a bit, yourselfsmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Hydra on

Bags full of wonderful autumnal imagery. A bittersweet but soothing read.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

My sincere thanks to you, scorpio for such a great comment.

Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Again such a mix of enjoyed autumn images and memories with sad missings. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Obliged to you, Rhiannon, although autumn seems to be losing out to summer at present.  Let's hope it continues.  Autumn will be with us, I am sure, only too soonsmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

Beautiful

Full of love, sorrow and lovely images.

Lindy

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Lindy.  More than obliged to yousmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Denzella on

Hello Tina,

It's me again.  I sense your longing to be with your daughter shown by the words 'endless present' but then you would grieve just as much for the daughter still living in this 'endless present'.  It is a hard path you have to travel but people still need you and your compassion  in the here and now.  One day it will be different.  A wonderful collection of words beautifully displayed.

Moya

 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

And your collection of words, beautiful, too.

Thank you for them, Moya.

Tina