Not a girl of summer

I am not a girl of Summer
though the sea runs through my veins
and I would happily swim
from dawn to dusk.

I am not a Coppertone baby
with flowing yellow hair,
golden strands gleaming
in the sun, perfection of tan skin
and white smiles.

I am a girl of Autumn,
of Winter
burnished leaves and snowy landscapes
my favorite things;
books and fires and sweaters and long walks
my pleasures.

I am the pale girl
with hair brown as a sable coat,
soft and rich and full of depth.
But
it is when its copper threads catch the sun
unexpectedly
you’re given a hint of the fiery and passionate nature
oft hidden
revealed to few
known intimately
only to one.

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© SirenSong1208

Awaiting discovery

Autumn color displays

its soul, complex and deep.

Eyes feast upon intricacies,

drama against sullen sky.

November’s grip, winter

chasing sun

sky threatening

eruption, emotion held

to its breast,

since spring came and went.

Intense hue

a taste, pungent;

how it lies upon my tongue

awaiting discovery.

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Photograph taken by SirenSong1208

 

Dressed in violet

Once again I find you,
betwixt thoughts
and between breaths. A pull
as inexplicable as the way sunlight
shimmers upon Midwestern wheat,
this Autumn day. With memory
more than ephemeral …

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Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday

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Photo by Glenn Carstens-Peters on Unsplash

Leaves for the leaving

 

A sweet October wind touches me

as sunlight trails a lovers

kiss across my skin;

the trees dance their last dance

before winter.

Leaves for the leaving.

A bittersweet farewell in umber,

the fall of red and gold

imbued with the longing

of a parting kiss.

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Photograph taken from White Noten

 

 

Awaiting discovery

Autumn color

displays its soul

complex and deep

eyes feast upon complexities

drama

against sullen sky

November’s grip

winter chasing sun

sky threatening eruption

emotion held to its breast

since spring came and went

intense hue

a taste, pungent

how it lies upon my tongue

awaiting discovery

:

Copyright ©SirenSong1208

All rights reserved.

Photograph taken by SirenSong1208

The return of Autumn

The return of Autumn.

I can feel it

The air is just a bit crisper.

Summer is starting to take its leave

Suddenly

And without fanfare.

I love Autumn

But there is much to be said for Summer.

The delicious feel of sun warming skin

On bare arms and bare shoulders.

Summer dresses that float about naked legs.

Evenings sipping wine and enjoying the stillness

Of a garden in bloom.

In truth there is something about each season

That speaks to me.

The beautiful purity of Winter’s landscape

The textures of nature in hibernation

An unexpected delight within a frozen tundra

The vibrant hue of a cardinal in flight

Which always makes me catch my breath

In wonder.

The rebirth inherent in Spring

Glorious colour taking form from a white and colourless terrain

The emergence of a beautiful butterfly

From its chrysalis

The sense of an awakening.

But I love when Autumn comes.

The smells of pumpkin and cinnamon

The breathtaking colour changes.

Woodsmoke in the night air

Long walks enjoying the changing light

And the way the cooler air pinks my cheeks

And invigorates me.

But perhaps I love Autumn so much

Because it is my own way

Of shedding the year

Withdrawing into myself to replenish my soul

And becoming that butterfly

Awakening to myself, to life’s experiences

Over and over again.

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*Written two years ago but always relevant.

©SirenSong1208 ~ 2015

Photograph taken by SirenSong1208

Lost

Autumn leaves.

Their fiery beauty the setting

to an unwanted separation.

A cold blast of winter air

settled around my shoulders

and froze the tears

upon my cheeks.

The world tilted upon its axis

and I spilled off

into the black abyss.

His touch

hidden from my heart.

Secret longing kept buttoned

under my winter coat

as I walked miles

lost in our memories.

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*Written for PoemTrail on Twitter; Prompts in bold

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Photograph taken from Pinterest

This Autumn afternoon

Brooding

Melancholy

An angsty sort of Autumn day

Lashings of rain

Pummeling the earth

Causing the fiery leaves to halt their dance

And fall

Exhausted

To the ground

And yet

Even without the sun shining

There is something about this Autumn afternoon

That begets beauty

The colors are muted

Rather than fiery

As though prior to hibernating for the winter

The trees bedeck themselves in somber clothes

Earth tones

Subtle golds and browns 

A hesitant orange amid fading foliage

The gatekeepers to jubilance

Wagging their fingers 

At the still fiery Burning Bush

Who wishes to party

Till the end

Photographs taken by sirensong1208

Autumn

Autumn has arrived

Her cool kiss

Stroking leaves

And whispering through limbs

It’s the creak of the windows

Wind pushing at the panes

And the inevitable thrill that goes through me

At the thought

Of a storm

It’s a day for sweaters and over the knee socks

Of soft throws and getting lost in books

Of watching the light change across the sky

And of losing myself in my reveries

Photograph taken from WhiteNoten

The Return of Autumn

The return of Autumn.

I can feel it

The air is just a bit crisper.

Summer is starting to take its leave

Suddenly

And without fanfare.

I love Autumn

But there is much to be said for Summer.

The delicious feel of sun warming skin

On bare arms and bare shoulders.

Summer dresses that float about naked legs.

Evenings sipping wine and enjoying the stillness

Of a garden in bloom.

In truth there is something about each season

That speaks to me.

The beautiful purity of Winter’s landscape

The textures of nature in hibernation

An unexpected delight within a frozen tundra

The vibrant hue of a cardinal in flight

Which always makes me catch my breath

In wonder.

The rebirth inherent in Spring

Glorious colour taking form from a white and colourless terrain

The emergence of a beautiful butterfly

From its chrysalis

The sense of an awakening.

But I love when Autumn comes.

The smells of pumpkin and cinnamon

The breathtaking colour changes.

Woodsmoke in the night air

Long walks enjoying the changing light

And the way the cooler air pinks my cheeks

And invigorates me.

But perhaps I love Autumn so much

Because it is my own way

Of shedding the year

Withdrawing into myself to replenish my soul

And becoming that butterfly

Awakening to myself, to life’s experiences

Over and over again.

Photo taken by sirensong1208

*I wrote this several days ago when the Autumn seemed to be nipping at my heels. Today is September 1st and is a sultry summer day such as I would expect in July or August.