Friday’s Passing Fancies/Poem: Taste for Autumn

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Photos by Cynthia Guenther Richardson

When she settled on the swing
a barreling wind lifted
the edges of her breath
and green gingham dress,
rocked her as if her mother
came to push and catch
so she did not dive
right into autumn’s magic
on each staggering rise and fall.

That sweet fire of swinging faded,
became winter’s crystalline water
but the swing did not forget,
nor the leaves that danced
and gathered at her feet,
tree gifts rusty, tarnished bronze

until like her mother
they left her with a taste
for all dying beauty-
dry sponge of moss
and fermenting apple,
broken leaves, prophetic rain
and love that bargains-
its frailty
its weight.

7 thoughts on “Friday’s Passing Fancies/Poem: Taste for Autumn

  1. ¡Me encantó! Aún y cuando en mi país (Venezuela) no se dá el otoño, esta estación me encanta, será porque nací en pleno otoño un 17 de octubre.
    Gracias por compartir sus poesías. Saludos desde Maracaibo, Venezuela.

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