It's weird, until I read this poem moments ago, I never thought of the dual status of fall, that it is the end of summer, and that it also has its own end, followed by winter. Now it seems so obvious. Also, nice one! I'm reading your poems and looking at your pictures in the Pacific Northwest, where the leaves are still amazing, so I get both the amazing leaves and the sense of their imminent loss, too. Serendipity.
The poem helps to remind me of the beauty that autumn has to offer, a reprieve of summer in all the color and yet a ceremonial parting gift as the light and heat retreats for a season. Winter has its own kind of brilliance and I’m looking forward to as much time outdoors as possible, and by the fireside with family and friends. Another lovely haiku, Joseph.
I love layers of meaning in the "negotiation / between apparent / loss and accumulation.
And that final image of gathering silence is lovely ,containing as it does the echoes of the accumulation and gathering together of the fallen leaves and anticipating the gathered silence of snowfall.
It's weird, until I read this poem moments ago, I never thought of the dual status of fall, that it is the end of summer, and that it also has its own end, followed by winter. Now it seems so obvious. Also, nice one! I'm reading your poems and looking at your pictures in the Pacific Northwest, where the leaves are still amazing, so I get both the amazing leaves and the sense of their imminent loss, too. Serendipity.
Excellent Joseph! Thank you.
The poem helps to remind me of the beauty that autumn has to offer, a reprieve of summer in all the color and yet a ceremonial parting gift as the light and heat retreats for a season. Winter has its own kind of brilliance and I’m looking forward to as much time outdoors as possible, and by the fireside with family and friends. Another lovely haiku, Joseph.
Nice! Thank you. October is my favorite month.
Beautiful synesthesia of sound and color.
I love layers of meaning in the "negotiation / between apparent / loss and accumulation.
And that final image of gathering silence is lovely ,containing as it does the echoes of the accumulation and gathering together of the fallen leaves and anticipating the gathered silence of snowfall.
Oh, I started to cry reading your poetry. You always make me on the verge of tears. It's a good feeling to experience. Thank you, my dear Joseph.
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Yes!