days i walk though dazed, dazzled, drunk on blueness over my head

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these are days i walk though
dazed, dazzled, drunk
on blueness over my head
echoing light like returned kisses,
when color
forms a fist and punches daylight
so hard it brings up bruises
in flaming leaves

Fall color is not gentle.  it shouts
wake up and see.  it is
assault, unprovoked
ringing ears with the force of the hit.
so much color is in the violence
of trees dying, unreported
& no charges pressed
against winter, even with fingerprints
of early frost etched on leaves
& grass.

name it heavy dew if you must
but I have seen ghost grass
silvered in moonlight as I walk
& stars tell the hours.  cold is coming
in a whisper threaded through owl calls
and my breath rising in mist,
even as night throbs between us
something promised 
but still unrealized.

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18 thoughts on “days i walk though dazed, dazzled, drunk on blueness over my head

  1. I am speechless at this wonderful wonderful poem Susan. My goodness. I LOVE IT. You captured the essense so perfectly. I am dazed, dazzled and drunk on your words. Seriously.. this is PERFECT

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