Autumnal lights

A poem

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Autumnal lights

Photo by William Warby

For Alison

Autumn. Green gives up
the tale of growth
and heeds to the pace
of yellow.

Yellow. Darkening days are
brightened until they
acquiesce to rusting
hues of orange.

Orange. Crisp wind moves 
through trees with cautionary 
tales of continuing as life 
smolders to coals of red.

Red. Cheeks blush in admission 
that soon the soul will be bared
as every garment 
floats to the earth.

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A quick note before you go…the memory community is free for all this month! November’s poem is posted here and I welcome all to the chat throughout the month. You can find the thread with the chat by following the link below.

And as always, thank you for being here. Please share what strikes you, speaks to you, or stirs in you while you read this piece. I look forward to whatever dialogue happens, and as always, I will be following up with a Reflection essay on how this poem emerged into being.

Brian

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