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Patterns of Migration

Patterns of Migration

A Poem by Zoe Richardson
"

Autumn calls us home where we belong

"

Patterns of Migration

 

Notes and blessings

Written on the backs of falling leaves

Whispers pressed between

The pages of a leftover schoolbook

A cup of tears passed

Between friends

 

I have been frozen by

That first frost

Lived inside the coldness

Of an autumn rain

A traveler kept prisoner

For the crime of duty

Learns to dread the mercies

Of October in a foreign land

 

Apples are nothing compared

To summer peaches

What is an early snow when

Stacked against a landscape

That never sleeps

 

You can have your bonfires

And your orchards

Dress yourself in scarlet maples

And cobalt skies

I will stand my watch in the tangles

Of golden grass and deep green spires

 

Exhaust yourself in gathering

In working and chasing the ghost

Of long-dead industry

I will tuck my words beneath my wings

Set my course the battered oaks

And fly away home

 

-Zoe Richardson (2022)

© 2022 Zoe Richardson


Author's Note

Zoe Richardson
Let's bathe in the beauty of our homeland, wherever that may be!

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Dear Zoe. This is the best poem I read in a long time. I had to read again.
"You can have your bonfires
And your orchards
Dress yourself in scarlet maples
And cobalt skies
I will stand my watch in the tangles
Of golden grass and deep green spires"
I loved the above lines. Your amazing use of description allowed the reader to see everything. Thank you dear friend for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 3 Months Ago


Zoe Richardson

2 Months Ago

I am so glad you liked it! It is a precious gift to return home. Even more precious to know you belo.. read more
Coyote Poetry

2 Months Ago

Was my pleasure dear Zoe and keep writing my dear friend.
so many migrate away from their homelands...and most eventually want to fly back there.
We often don't appreciate what we have until it is gone...why do we have to leave something to appreciate it?
I wish I knew.
I especially like the last stanza of this.
j.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Zoe Richardson

2 Months Ago

Didn't Dorothy ask the same question? The places I've been to were not as far as Oz but they were ju.. read more

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Added on October 14, 2022
Last Updated on October 14, 2022
Tags: Poetry, Thoughts, Feelings, Autumn, Seasos

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Zoe Richardson
Zoe Richardson

Cordova, AL



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Alabama native. Poet and storyteller and all around word nerd. I practice random acts of insanity because the world needs some shaking up. more..

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