poem: The Golden Season

poem: The Golden Season

A Chapter by Marie Anzalone
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Late August - October in New England

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The Golden Season

Dog Days are duly done, now
   and the air is fragrant
        with the scent of aster and Joe Pye and goldenrod
scattered in fields like patches sewn
  in Mother Nature’s autumn quilt- the one she brings out
for company- we being Her guests of honor.

The Light spills longer, shadow play illuminates all
   in scintillating scores of gold, innumerable
    shades and hues and tones, this.
We rejoice, harvest the fruits of April’s seeds,
         June’s tending, July’s thinning.
Drinking the air and swimming in Light-

Bathing in the ochroid afterglow, basking in warmth-
   as cats in the sun, flexing our claws, lazily, purring.
            The auric essence flows in goodwill, coats everything,
honey as a balm for our souls,
      Flax as tonic of our spirits- painted on our bodies
by viburnum’s burning hand.

Now is the time of joy, now the season of splendour-
   silver maple’s blood spotted lemon, sugar maple’s tangerine,
red oak’s crimson tides, undulating across the hills-
    aspen’s delicate wisp; acorns rolling underfoot,
         hickory melting on the tongue, Monarchs taking wing
and you, here, to take it all in with me.

Nothing this good can stay, so proclaims Frost- but I say,
  “Do let’s try!”- come run with me and play,
        outside, while caramel afternoons prevail- this heart
needs reprieve from its cycle of desuetude, so enjoy,
    October’s sapphire and wheat days while they last,
and make me believe, once more…

That gold can last forever, and that the dazzling hues
    of autumn will be captured in your memory as the color
of my hair, and I’ll hold onto October skies in your gaze,
         while the grasshoppers wind down, dew burdens the grass,
and berries paint the earth, scarlet, the very shade of
    my growing desire for you.

Help me trust that gold can stay, and make me feel
   I deserve to be overwhelmed in something
so beautiful as the golden season in New England,
    just, for once, letting it all surround me in clouds, in swathes
          of spectral, shimmering, fiery evening glow-
Wrap me in that quilt of flowers and bring the harvest to my door.

 




© 2012 Marie Anzalone



Author's Note

Marie Anzalone
free flowing- wasn't sure where this was going to end, been thinking about it a few days, guess it was meant to be written for someone after all!

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I so want to experience the fall in New England. I love the Spring and Fall. I had the opportunity once to go to Quebec in early October for a job and travel along the St Lawrence and cross St Catherines Bay. The trees started to turn, making calico colored hills. I truly want to experience that in America. Someday, I want to experience it, to stay in a bed and breakfast and drive through the countryside. I just thing that would be so cool. This is wonderful writing Marie. You capture this beautifully.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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reads like a watercolor painting or stream filled with watercress that we know

Posted 5 Years Ago


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like the flow of this part"The auric essence flows in goodwill, coats everything,
honey as a balm for our souls,
Flax as tonic of our spirits- painted on our bodies
by viburnum’s burning hand. "


Posted 6 Years Ago


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There's so much in this; image after image of glorious Autumn. This one fit perfectly into Beauty During Change.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Dear Marie,

Magnificent. Stunning. One of your very best. A simply dazzling piece. Bravo
and congratulations.

There are so many memorable lines.

"Now is the time of joy, now the season of splendour"--simply wonderful.

The cause, harvest of

"...the fruits of April’s seeds,
June’s tending, July’s thinning.
Drinking the air and swimming in Light-"

And I really like bring in Frost's poem "Nothing Gold can Stay", one of my
favorites and read by me at my thesis advisor's eulogy. Reading your words, I
was already with this poem before your mention of it:

"Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour."

Your fervent desire:

"Help me trust that gold can stay, and make me feel
I deserve to be overwhelmed in something
so beautiful as the golden season in New England"

Oh how desireable, how we would this were true.

This is a truly inspired piece. A 98% poem for sure. I've never given higher
and I toyed with the idea that this rated higher. This is among the very
finestpieces I've read on WC. This is really spectacular. Get this published!

Enjoyed so much. Highest marks possible!

Best regards,

Rick

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

4 Years Ago

Thanks Rick.. was re-reading this beautiful review today. I can tell you that the person who helped .. read more
Rick Puetter

4 Years Ago

You are certainly more than welcome. What a beautiful piece of poetry!
Thank you for writing such a wonderful tribute for my favorite season! You have given me the urg to go out and play or eat something from our midwest harvest :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Now how have I missed this piece? I absolutely love it! So vivid and real! It flow's so freely from line to line and verse to verse that it is impossible not to become wrapped up in it. So much so that I wanted to check my floor to make sure I wasn't indeed standing amongst the red and golden leaves. This is absolutely breathtaking and beautiful. Definitely going into my favorites! Wow!

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I am glad you won the Footsteps Contest!

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ahhh. This poem makes me lay out a blanket and peacefully enjoy.....and even after finishing the read,
...I haven't gotten up...;-)
Great write.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

As you describe the loveliness that surrounds you, I perceive the loveliness that infuses you; I can feel my pulse slowing and blood pressure dropping with each stanza, each phrase! Beautiful, serene, thank you!


Posted 8 Years Ago


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Now is the time of joy, now the season of splendour-
silver maple's blood spotted lemon, sugar maple's tangerine,
red oak's crimson tides, undulating across the hills-
aspen's delicate wisp; acorns rolling underfoot,

Doesn't get much better than this Autumn truly is a marvelous time of year
one which I find serene and invigorating all in the same crisp autumn air

Am lovin' the last line~here~Wrap me in that quilt of flowers and bring the harvest to my door.

That says it all~ THanks for sharing this lovely piece in the Autum's Bouquet Contest!



Posted 8 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Bilingual poet, essayist, novelist, and technical writer working in Central America. "A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, .. more..

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