Lady Autumn
Lady Autumn lies discarded
now.
Left alone - her stick- like
bones
are lying under trees where
they have blown.
The fiery colors of her
verdant dresses lie in brown
heaped on icy, frosted
ground.
Sparkling gossamer that held
her hair in leafy wreaths
now unraveled by bitter
winds- almost as if saying
she must never dance again.
But promises of spring, in
tight buds, appear on dried twigs,
blowing winds whisper the
secrets of emerald, summery green,
stirring within a frozen
kingdom's, dormant majesty.
As Winter makes his stormy
presence near,
her blithe light, finally
overcome,
she looks to fading crimson
skies
and sees her spirit rise.
Suzanne Delaney is a retired Registered
Nurse. Born in Tasmania, Australia she is now residing in North
Carolina, USA. She has a fond passion for writing poetry, creating mixed media
collages, and for traveling.
Dear Suzanne,
ReplyDeleteThank you for this lovely nature poem.
In a season of winter amid many news reports of destructive climate conditions--this poem reminds me that nature keeps her promises.
Blessings,
Michael
The sumptuous imagery you have used in this beautiful poem enchants the senses and captivates the heart SuZ. Brava! I love it! Blessings, Connie ; )
ReplyDeleteHi Suzanne! With your lovely imagery you manage to make me feel sorry for autumn and her inability 'to dance' as winter takes over. Then, the promise of better things to come, puts a smile back on my lips:) Warm regards ~ paul
ReplyDeleteSuzanne,
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing your wonderful and tender poem. I love nature poems and yours put a warm smile on my face, as autumn is my favorite season. Continued blessings!
-MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)
Great images, Wonderful write
ReplyDeleteHi Suzanne, I did not know Autumn was a lady
ReplyDeleteThen I read "Lady Autumn" With all the pretty
Colors, Autumn sure couldn't be a man. besides
men do not wear dresses, let alone verdant ones.
Very good writing in a great autumn wonder.
Thanks for sharing
Yancy