An Autumn’s Rush
Dripping trees from an autumn rain
shake off summer leaves to cushion my path.
Some circle and drift, falling softly in my hair.
They, accompanying their colors,
bright orange, reds, and yellow-green,
crown me —with a passing season’s wreath.
A northern New Hampshire wind threads steadily through the pines.
I continue to exhale gray smoke from my cigarette.
With your memory, I slide through Franconia Notch a step above slow
—soaking wet, cigarette still lit, chasing a summer’s love
before my path and its pine scent, are covered by snow.
*****
*Originally written in Sept. 2014 with several edits since
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Laura Bloomsbury
May 19, 2018 at 3:39 am
the inclusion of a cigarette burning down and “a step above slow” packs such a punch in this poem of contrasts between youth and snow haired walker –
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ZQ
May 18, 2018 at 3:08 pm
Very perceptive…
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Sarah Russell
May 18, 2018 at 3:01 pm
I feel a figurative meaning in “chasing a summer’s love / before my path and its pine scent, are covered by snow.” I am feeling that too, especially as I grow older.
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annell4
May 18, 2018 at 9:17 am
Yes, “the time if now,” all before the snow falls.
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Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
May 18, 2018 at 7:25 am
I love the way you describe that transition from autumn into winter…
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petrujviljoen
May 18, 2018 at 4:20 am
The last lines made me go ‘oof’!
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kanzensakura
May 17, 2018 at 10:36 pm
I too like that image. The cigarette adds a realness to this, an authenticity to the passing of fall into winter. Autumn is my favorite season. You have captured it beautifully.
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Frank Hubeny
May 17, 2018 at 7:38 pm
I like the idea of being crowned with a “passing season’s wreath”.
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