Autumn Interlude
Autumn's riotous party is over.
Crimson and gold confetti litter the forest floor.
In reverent silence after such celebration,
we walk silently hand in gloved hand.
Old friends in an interlude after forty years;
feelings found untarnished.
Over the crest of the hill a brook flows
melodiously after a recent rain.
These woods hold special meaning for us.
The waterfall where we first embraced
the newly found feelings we shared.
We stop and sit on shiny rocks grown cold
with winter's warnings.
Our gloved hands claps tightly,
each in our own remembrance.
Mesmerized by the crisp cold water
we stare as though it may instead be
dark, clairvoyant liquid
flowing from the past.
Sighs escape us simultaneously
and peace abides comfortably.
Then in surprising deja vu
we both turn our faces to the sky
as lacy white sprinkles dust our cheeks
and delicately cling to our lashes,
clothes and memory.
We stand and embrace,
excited for the wonderful
delicious chance to dance
once more in the autumn snow.
copyright 2006spb
lovely to read,we stand and embrace.......nice image....
Lovely thoughts indeed (maybe just not seasonal enough for some readers in July/August), a nostalgic mixture of regret for the past and delight in the present.
What a lovely poem Susan ! It appears to me the readers don't appreciate good poems anymore ! Thanks for sharing , -Raj
I love this poem. Nice write.
Beautifl poetry Susan, a piece filled with wonderful imagery. Bookmarked.