autumn audaciously sachets its big rustley skirts of leafdom all around my home in september the rehearsals begin in october the orchestra files in then suddenly the daylight dims and the leafy chorus girls begin their can can in the wind
i prefer the corner window seat for this show where i tuck my legs up under me just so i can lean to the right and free my left hand with which i color and scribble while the trees wiggle to the band and the leafy chorus girls do that fan fan can can in the rustley bustley heaps of colors of burnt siennas and of fried zucchinis just for me to watch from the side of my knees in the corner where i color and scribble with two fingers crossed behind my middle about being a summer mourner
awe... I too love fall, such a time of beauty. I equate "mourner" to sadness....thanks for your clarification of your poem. LOL
Comment by wiffledust on November 14, 2010 at 9:22am
thanks so much, you guys. i wasn't thinking sadness. i love the autumn. i have always felt pressure to love summer, when i actually love fall much more, ..hence the fingers crossed.
even though the title suggests mourning, there is life in this poetry... this piece feels pretty to me... reminds me of the feelings of sadness AND gladness
Very nice. I know this feeling. Melancholy is how I get. Wanting to go home when I'm home. Trying not to be sad. It has been a beautiful Autumn here. I'm not ready for winter, but are we ever.
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