Autumn: Version II

I approach the columns:
Limestone,
With ivy embracing.
They beckon me into the woods
With a silent voice

The trout lilies shine yellow
Hidden by
Corpses
Of leaves;
Dry and brown

A cardinal—
Hidden
Announces his presence
His song rings
Through the cloudless sky
The cool sun peers through the trees

The log lies dead;
Stretched
A notch cut through,
Like a Lincoln log step.
The dead leaves lie
Curled
Like dragon’s wings

A trail
Winds
Through the woods
Like a finger’s trail
In the sand


The creek
Swelled
A finger stirs—unseen
Making ripples like folds in silk
Sounding like water
Pouring
Out of a pitcher

A moss isle
In a black puddle—
Solitary



Algae waves in the water
Like a mermaid’s locks
While a lone duck
Floats in the center of the pond;

Alone.

Violets sprinkle the banks of the pond
Covering the grass,
Like the bonnets of fine ladies on a picnic
A creek flows behind them,
Murmuring
Like a mother comforting a child.
Dandelions dot the grass
Like thousands of yellow stars
In a green sky.

 

Author's Note

Which version do you like better?

Reviews

[ALifeAquatic]

Reading this it's hard to credit that your 16, back when I was that age (2 years ago) I was writing stuff about girls and being morbidly depressed about the fact that my favourite vans had worn soles.

I really loved this!

[Sound]

I really like this piece also. I haven't read the first version, but I can tell you that this is simply beautiful. You have a wonderful insight on nature. This is great.