Saturday, September 25, 2010
Autumn (poem)
Autumn
Another year withdrawing,
the trees defiant
in their final rich beauty,
flaring forth in bold splendor--
ocher, indigo, scarlet flame--
like haughty dames
knowing their time
is over,
dressing in all their finery
for one last fling,
one brazen farewell
to a world they know will soon forget
their names, their faces,
their triumphs,
yet promising return,
vowing,
Next year, see
how I will come
again,
how I will be fresh and new,
crisp as apples newly
harvested,
glistening as melon
waiting to be
plucked from the vine.
Dorothy Walters
September 24, 2010
