L'automne

~Posting an autumn poem in February~

Find me by the wayward stateside,
coming back home to reside, and lay white
upon the Earth's mottled lap.
Between the folds, I uphold
unsweetened truths, and pray
on my skinned green knees,
wobbling under the weight
of the scoliosed season's greetings.
My fingers gasp for fresh breaths
to hold onto the olfactory death
that is autumn,
reaching out skyward
towards the humming quiet of
reddened maples, and hibiscus drones that
drown out the bees licking
divine flesh off
from the last of flowers,
drinking up supple honey
relentlessly,
as the year
gulps down our time.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

someone a while back commented "When you write good poetry, you get good reviews." .. tho someone else's words ... i say them to you .. wonderful poetry Moonie! a keeper ... and how strange to experience Autumn in February :))))))))))) well done .. i love every line, metaphor, personification and image created .. i especially like how the lines shorten in your closing ... i slowed down without thinking ... drawing that last breath of Fall before the cold death sleep of Winter ... so good, my dear friend .. fine stuff!
E.

[Moonie]

Welll..Albert Camus did call Autumn the second spring, and honestly i began this as a spring poem, and didn't realise when it did the back flip... thank you soo much for the encouraging words, E. I honestly am so over whelmed!!
Whether my poetry is good or bad, I always do eagerly wait for your reviews, because you have a very keen eye for the little details that many others may miss out ( for eg the slowing down of the poem towards the end)
Love and peace, my friend :)))

[Einstein Noodle]

i get excited to see you have posted something new ... we are friends for a while now eh!? and from my point of view did some very rewarding collabs ... so happy you are back Moon Child! :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a flashback to my favorite season...and to my days in Vermont in autumn with the most beautiful mountains full of maples...nothing like a New England countryside in fall...
and your magical phrasing and alliteration are like a fluttering of the trees and words floating down in a breeze of syntax.
j.

[Moonie]

Thank you so much for the amazing review!