I wrote this poem for a poetry challenge, of sorts. My Twitter friend, Laura Schmidt, of Voyage Of The Mind, launched a Poetry Day for Monday, July 20, 2020. She's an excellent poet, and her work on Seasons, the theme of this year's Poetry Day, inspired me to write this autumn themed one. If it's good, I credit Laura for challenging me to excel!
I blossom in autumn,
and that's backwards, I know.
I expose my life's inner core
the closer to the snow
I am. When summer is closed,
my closet opens anew,
and I rummage its depths
for petals, deep red and blue.
I thrive in the crispness
of dry, cool, metal air.
I long, in cloudy wanderlust,
for the sight of trees, all bare.
Their pointed, bony fingers reach
to clutch at the starry sky,
to fairly move the sun's arc,
bidding summer's heat goodbye.
I blossom in autumn
with the other flowers shriveled,
their pistols all fired
and their folds all now leveled.
The crush of life's potential
will renew in spring afar,
and until that day, my hopes will chill,
and freeze, us where we are.
I love this poem, Todd. All credit to you. Autumn is my favorite season... I'm longing for it now after reading this. Thank you so much for participating in Poetry Day!
ReplyDeleteIt's Laura, by the way, although it lists me as "Unknown." Go figure.
DeleteThanks so much, Laura. That's actually the first time I have written something creative as a response (inspiration) to someone else's work. Thank you double for inspiring me.
DeleteYep, out west in the desert, we, some of us blossom in the fall, we hide from the dry blasting winds in the spring.
ReplyDeleteI do think my time growing up in the Southwest influenced my prevalence for Fall weather. It was always so mild and the air was so crisp. Lovely.
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