She came rushing in, or though it seemed to me,
disbelief that this colourful Lady with her cloak of reds and golds had
already arrived, when I glanced from my window.
I must have been looking the other way!
but then we don’t count the days pursuing more important matters now.
As the relentless stricken battle appears once more
on the horizon, had she come to distract my mind or bring colours to my heart?
This feckless stunning Lady who sheds her clothes
and scatters them where she will, like drops of tears in
a template of sadness perhaps?
A powerful change of authority as restless and now incipient to decay.
Old roses fade and fall like shattered fragments of glass from a precious mirror,
the hedgerows become bare, no more luscious berries
but still holding onto their thin strips of life.
Leaves, could they ever be more beautiful?
turning to deep maroons and burnished, glinting, jewelled colours.
Conkers appearing from their secret shells to fall in copper splendour
from the impressive stately Horse Chestnut trees.
We arrived, like we had just opened our eyes.
Another Autumn! who would have believed we would
see this majestic Lady together, dumbstruck once more at her beauty
but belligerently waging war on staying in our perfect peaceful Summer,
not for us, the rushing of time.
@Copyright Susie Hemingway 2009
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Janice Bertsche23 September at 18:43
I just want you to know that I am a freind of Lori Puente’s and I read your blog as my husband has multiple myeloma too. What a dreadful cancer but we are getting through it. Love your poems.
Thank you for your gift of the pleasant reminder that Autumn is where colors are most vivid before they disappear. I guess being a hopeless romantic I want them to linger forever.
Hi Susie;
Loved your poem and the photos.
“This feckless stunning Lady who sheds her clothes
and scatters them where she will,
like drops of tears…” Great line!
My best to you and Hamada.
I have just finished reading a few of your poems.
Also reading about what is happening to you and your loved one.
I have tears in my eyes and so ashamed of writing of my frustrations
I have nothing but blessings.
All of our journey’s are different.
Blessings sent your way to you and your dear loved one.
Ernestine
We need those distractions you wrote of – even if they only last for a season. What a beautiful analogy. Hopefully, that horizon is further away then you think. Like John, I too liked the same line – it portrays quite a provocative image! You are so very clever. What a lovely gateway at Hemingway – a very fitting entry to where such beautiful poetry is conceived.
This is lovely, Susie, as always. Moving to the desert took away the colors of Autumn from me, which I so loved growing up in Michigan. Your poem and photos bring those wonderful memories back: the beautiful reds and golds and piles of leaves to jump into.
As to the passage of time … you and I share the joy that our dear husbands are still with us, although battle-worn from this horrible MM, but we also share the fear of the clock ticking the remaining time we have with them. Your poems are a true blessing to me, dear lady.
Dianne xx
Exquisite poem….so many levels to it……bitter/sweet which is so like autumn……just beautiful. The picture is gorgeous, too!
Absolutely beautiful! I have written about you on my blog.
Thank you so much for all the lovely comments left here. It is most pleasing to have them and I thank you for taking time from your busy days to enter them here.
“Autumn Lady by Susie Hemingway”:
Gorgeous poem about my favourite time of year !