Autumn

A poem about aging

Desperation hisses at me

Incessant with susurrant syllables,

Dry with the clatter of October wind.

 

I thirst for the bon vivance of youth

When I frittered away laughter

On an azure spring morning.

 

I thirst for the fullness of my summer

Fruit ripe, bursting its skin,

The red juices flowing out my mouth

 

It will rain soon.

Then the soft stillness of snow,

So cold, so much like death.

 

Reviews

[OT]

oooo so very poetic!! I love the sibilance in the first stanza - so well used "hisses - incessant - susurrant syllables" - susurrant syllables indeed here! phonetic treat and great read!! nice, I enjoyed!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

a wonderful analogy using nature to compare that to the aging of us mortals.......

[quinfinn]

deliciously picturesque. lavishly anointed with pleasurable imagery and decadently laced with sparkling metaphor. beautiful! i, too, have a piece called "autumn" but it is far removed from this one. excellent write!

[Joel M Frye]

Well said, and well captured, Audrey. I feel this one every passing day.

[.......]

Simply amazing here,
Very desciptive and enjoy to read : )

[solitare]

This is superb! I love the 'texture' of this poem (for lack of a better word!) Effective images portrayed of the thirst and juices. A lovely combination of the seasons and aging :)