Saturday, October 29, 2011


The brutal autumn wind
batters bloody leaves
whose once green ranks have thinned

a bony mother grieves
(her histrionic limbs
attack what she believes

is sky) but barely skims
the vastness of the space
through which this season swims

intractably keeping pace
to frigidly rescind
our fleeting chance for grace.


Eric 'Bubba' Alder said...

This one keenly juxtaposes the typical feel-good warmth of the most fall poems. Well done!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I so love this, especially "our fleeting chance for grace".

Ella said...

Wow, all the vivid images that arrive~ I love it~

PattiKen said...

You paint a much harsher picture of the season, as though winter had snuck like a killer in the night, then fled and hid out in January.

Isabel Doyle said...

I loved your histrionic mother against the sky

WyomingDiva said...

Ooohh...'batters bloody leaves.' Nicely done!

Anonymous said...

nice imagery

rch said...

Hi, I'm glad everyone 'saw' my images, it's been a harsh year in my area and the landscape reflects it, hard not to write about it.