A Poem by Leslie Philibert

for Carl Sharpe


Autumn is a frozen church
We wait at heavy doors
That smell of rust,

Not a moon cold enough
To be called heartless
Or breathclouds of old steam

More an estuary of
Dumped mist afraid to ice;
The taste of wax on your lips;

A frame of hair round a
Hatted face, our steps as slow
As if we must tread water,

You are ice and rain and
The first crystals and even
More than this, beside me.

© 2014 Leslie Philibert

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beautiful depiction of autumn

Posted 3 Years Ago

reading this again gives me chills, the metaphor and the imagery in this poem is amazing.

Posted 3 Years Ago

I read this a few times and found different meanings - at first glance, you may be speaking of the season, at second perhaps a lost love - someone you have put upon a pedastal - "a frozen church" -
Beautifully written and a pleasure to read.

:) Julie

Posted 3 Years Ago

wonderful use of metaphor : Autumn is a frozen church, it's all very clever. great stuff

Posted 3 Years Ago

this is soo beautiful, I love every single line

Posted 3 Years Ago

you have a fairly unique eye when it comes to observations of thew world around you

Posted 3 Years Ago

She appears to be, at least, one church at which you worship.
Stately, yet undeniably charming, Leslie
High-level work, my friend.

Posted 3 Years Ago

This poem is metaphorical the way I see it. There is an implied metaphor of a woman who is as cool as Atumn. If 'Atumn is a froozen church' that woman must be godly, since chuch is a body where we raise godly women. Your last three lines struck me most. Well written.

Posted 3 Years Ago

I love how you compared Autumn to a frozen church! I really enjoyed reading this poem of yours. It flows well and is beautifully well written!

Posted 3 Years Ago

As deep and as layered a a candle flame reflected in old coloured silk. Remarkable is insufficient.

Posted 3 Years Ago

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Leslie Philibert
Leslie Philibert

Bavaria, Germany

I`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..


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