Autumn's Craft


Lovely autumn.

Your craft and wile seduce me into celebrating the falling of the leaves:
the oranges and the yellows;
the reds and the purples
     heartbreakingly deep;

anticipating the cold-tinted mornings
and brisk afternoons,
dark evenings playing rummy around the kitchen table over
     steaming mugs of tea.

Lovely autumn.

You call me to the woods again and again,
my feet shuffling through leaves thickly carpeting the path
so that I can no longer see my way.

I am guided by a hole high in a tree where, perhaps,
an owl restlessly dreams while I walk, shifting in its sleep,
always on guard.
     On guard always.

I am guided, too, by the tree lying prone upon the ground.
Piece by piece, it is melting away to become one with the earth
to indeed change into earth, reminding me of who and what
     I will one day become

broken down atoms collaborating to form something new.

Lovely autumn.

The fishermen sit around the lake watching the wind tear
ripples across the water's surface
while the willow tree bends to admire her shimmery reflection,
for she is yet adorned in leaves.

The fishermen tell me they've had no luck today but still they sit,
watching and waiting.
And it is lovely.
     All of it is lovely.

* * *

But finally there are no more leaves to rip from the trees,
no more leaves to block the inevitable iciness of the wind.
All the leaves have lost their color;
dry and brown skeletons
     curling in upon themselves

tissue melting away
until only the veins of the leaves remain.
And the holidays pass and the busyness settles.
and my life is full of quiet and stillness.

My breath fogs the windows.
Lake Erie brings forth snow.
The world turns frigid and white and stark.

And suddenly the thought of becoming one with the earth,
-broken down atoms collaborating to make something new-
seems bitterly cold and
     frighteningly alone.

This was written for this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge. The word was craft.

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Writing in the Margins, Bursting at the Seams: Autumn's Craft

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Autumn's Craft


Lovely autumn.

Your craft and wile seduce me into celebrating the falling of the leaves:
the oranges and the yellows;
the reds and the purples
     heartbreakingly deep;

anticipating the cold-tinted mornings
and brisk afternoons,
dark evenings playing rummy around the kitchen table over
     steaming mugs of tea.

Lovely autumn.

You call me to the woods again and again,
my feet shuffling through leaves thickly carpeting the path
so that I can no longer see my way.

I am guided by a hole high in a tree where, perhaps,
an owl restlessly dreams while I walk, shifting in its sleep,
always on guard.
     On guard always.

I am guided, too, by the tree lying prone upon the ground.
Piece by piece, it is melting away to become one with the earth
to indeed change into earth, reminding me of who and what
     I will one day become

broken down atoms collaborating to form something new.

Lovely autumn.

The fishermen sit around the lake watching the wind tear
ripples across the water's surface
while the willow tree bends to admire her shimmery reflection,
for she is yet adorned in leaves.

The fishermen tell me they've had no luck today but still they sit,
watching and waiting.
And it is lovely.
     All of it is lovely.

* * *

But finally there are no more leaves to rip from the trees,
no more leaves to block the inevitable iciness of the wind.
All the leaves have lost their color;
dry and brown skeletons
     curling in upon themselves

tissue melting away
until only the veins of the leaves remain.
And the holidays pass and the busyness settles.
and my life is full of quiet and stillness.

My breath fogs the windows.
Lake Erie brings forth snow.
The world turns frigid and white and stark.

And suddenly the thought of becoming one with the earth,
-broken down atoms collaborating to make something new-
seems bitterly cold and
     frighteningly alone.

This was written for this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge. The word was craft.

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19 Comments:

At November 5, 2013 at 8:05 PM , OpenID howanxious said...

Wow! The shift in the imagery is really good. The first part pictures the beauty of autumn in such a lovely way.
"broken down atoms collaborating to form something new"- This is the hallmark statement and the change in the meaning as autumn turns bitter is well penned. :-)
-HA

 
At November 5, 2013 at 9:59 PM , Anonymous JannaTWrites said...

I like how you depicted the two sides to autumn. Autumn is both beautiful and harsh at the same time.

 
At November 5, 2013 at 11:16 PM , Blogger Atreyee said...

Loved the rich imagery and the sudden change in tone in here:-)Enjoyed soaking in the beauty of this piece Kelly-awesome!

 
At November 5, 2013 at 11:42 PM , Blogger Olio Terapeutica said...

This is wonderful : Autumn is my favourite season and I love both sides of her face equally. Thank you for for setting such a beautiful scene in my mind.

 
At November 6, 2013 at 3:43 AM , Blogger Trifecta said...

I stopped breathing reading this and had to finish to breathe again. This is awesome. Thanks for linking up and don't forget to come back and vote!

 
At November 6, 2013 at 5:14 AM , Blogger BCIJo said...

You've captured the essence of Autumn - ever changing, lulling us into winter.

 
At November 6, 2013 at 8:02 AM , Blogger kymm said...

Yes, breathtaking. So telling, that abrupt shift from a rich, peaceful autumn with thoughts of spring humus, to that cold dark winter.

 
At November 6, 2013 at 8:40 AM , Blogger Tara R. said...

I do love the crispness and colors of fall, but I'm not a cold weather person. This piece was like an emotional sleight ride through the seasons.

 
At November 6, 2013 at 9:01 AM , Blogger Kathy said...

I love how you managed to tell about all facets of Autumn from the beauty to the decay. Brilliant.

 
At November 6, 2013 at 10:32 AM , OpenID lindavernon said...

This was achingly beautiful. It was like a prayer. Oh how I love every word. I'll print it out and read it again and again.

 
At November 6, 2013 at 10:36 AM , Blogger Linda Rosen said...

Very creative way to use the word. Evocative

 
At November 6, 2013 at 10:41 AM , Blogger Draug said...

Beautiful work!

 
At November 6, 2013 at 12:54 PM , Anonymous injaynesworld said...

What a stunningly beautiful and rich journey you take us on.

 
At November 6, 2013 at 2:20 PM , Blogger Alison McDonough said...

This crystalizes the way I feel about autumn. Who would want to live without the change of seasons?

 
At November 7, 2013 at 10:29 AM , Anonymous Lance said...

Yeah, there really are two sides to fall/autumn and you nailed them.

Great flow. yo

 
At November 7, 2013 at 7:02 PM , Blogger UnawareButUnderlined said...

Oooo this just made me love Autumn again...

 
At November 8, 2013 at 3:17 AM , Blogger Ivy said...

This is lush and gorgeous! I love the sudden change in tone to convey the contrasting sides of autumn. Nicely done!

 
At November 9, 2013 at 5:46 AM , Anonymous Patty said...

Lovely. The symmetry of autumn's colorful voyage that leads us through another year's ending...beautifully done!

 
At November 9, 2013 at 7:30 AM , Blogger Morgan said...

I love the transitions from changes to endings...life is full of autumns. But hopefully, springs, too. Lovely words.

 

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