October
From my open window
This mild October morning
A breeze
With musky, ripe scent
Swirls through my space and me.
Swirls through my space and me.
The giant elm across the
way
Soughs, bends, straightens
Slowly,
With age-stiffened limbs
Not unlike my own.
Silhouetted against a
still-dark sky,
Its leafy fullness
Shows no hint of changes
Soon to come.
Neighbor houses closed up
tight
In their man-made coolness
Will not share this pleasure
I enjoy—a treat
For all the senses.
I sit by open window
My house fragrant
With the new season.
I breathe of it deeply
And feel a kinship.
I, too, am autumn.
My day ahead is busy,
I feel duties
Tugging
Pulling me away
But the breeze persuades
me
To sit a bit longer.
To feel this coolness
And taste a delicious
ripeness
And receive the subtle
messages
Of change.
Copyright 2011 Becky Stauffer
3 comments:
Oh my. Beautiful poem, Becky. It is fall here as well. I sat on my front porch trying to read this afternoon but mostly admiring the red oaks and yellow maples and birches. Then took a walk in the flower garden to spot a gorgeous rose. The last rose of summer as it were. Moments to savor in the long winter ahead. :)
That must be such a lovely view, TB. I do enjoy the change of seasons and am glad to live in a place that has all four (although with an emphasis on winter).
Mmm, lovely you who lives and breathes in what your silly neighbours shut away. I drifted along with you in your nicely put together piece, feeling very much the same. xoxo
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