September brings
trees aging to claret reds
& white-wine yellows;
air tasting of grapes
& new apples,
blending with visible breath,
premonition
of harder freezing
on the way
something
September owns
heady and baroque
reminds me of Vivaldi,
not the fall movement
from four seasons;
too obvious,
but a viola concerto
dark and spiraling
like those leaves
into drifts
obscuring my path
in the woods–
a crisp patchwork
of decaying chlorophyll
we call beautiful
the trees remember seasons
the thermometer denies
& yesterday
I saw my first scarlet maple
burning quietly
against all the other green
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Love this one.
Thank you Moriah!
Great imagery and accompanying soundtrack. Speaking for myself, I think Handel’s Water Music is another piece with an autumnal vibe.
Oh, yes, David–that works well, too!
Glad you liked.
Ah trees! Ah Vivaldi! I saw a wonderful opera called The Enchanted Opera where someone combined all these Vivaldi and Handel areas – just great – you’d like! He’s wonderful and that snaky harmony comes out here. k.
Oh, K–I will have to check that out! Sounds like I would enjoy. Thanks for liking!
Trees do tend to give it away when summer hangs around a bit longer. Spoil sports! I’ll give them their due when the weather gives up, but trees, don’t mess with summer. 😉
I know, how dare that little maple look so gorgeously flaming red?
I am loving the coming of fall, of reds and oranges and squash! 🙂 Really enjoyed this poem, with the romantic visuals and feelings of the end of summer.
Thanks, Danny–picked my first winter squash today, believe it or not 🙂
The trees remember seasons… love that bit and this whole poem. You have an amazing ability to spin beauty, Susan.
Trent–thanking you so much. I am now as red as that maple 🙂
Sorry. Not trying to flatter but love your stuff. Seems like others do too. You have a talent.
Thank you. Appreciate that, really I do. I also know you were not flattering me–I just get all goofy when someone says nice stuff about my writing–don’t know why.
This is beautiful, Susan. your Keen eyes, your ability to paint with words and then the association with Vilvladi combine to make this description of spring so appealing. Reading your apt portrayal of colors in this poems calls to mind Dylan Thomas’ “Poem in October”. Well done.
Oh, goodness, thanks, Noel! You just mentioned one of my very favorite poets.
Him, I could listen to him all day long and never get tired! I have his Dylan Thomas Live at the BBC on audio!
Oh–I am going to try to find that on Youtube. That rolling voice…
heading that way now , me self!
All I could find was his vilanelle that I love, recorded in his voice. What a treat that must be to listen to!
Yes, it is. also have Under milk wood on tape! Miss Rosie Probett – Captain Cat, No Good Boyo etc
ohhh, nice!
Beautiful picture you have drawn with your words !!!
Thanks so much!
I like that image of “dark and spiraling/ like those leaves into drifts” because I have always sensed there’s also grace in the way trees lose leaves. It doesn’t appear violent.
Thanks for this moment!
Thank you, Joe.
I see and hear it, feeeeeeeeel it soooo much! In a different dimension.
Thanks, Deb. It’s coming…that little tree shows it already…
a crisp patchwork… Susan you really nailed this. I love this — I love this time of year and you expressed it wonderfully for me
Audra, thank you. This is my season, born at the very beginning of it, so I do have an affinity for autumn 😉
lovely
Thanks, Celestine!