the shift

September brings
trees aging to claret reds
& white-wine yellows;
air tasting of grapes
& new apples,
blending with visible breath,
of harder freezing
on the way

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

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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32 Responses to the shift

  1. davidtrudel says:

    Great imagery and accompanying soundtrack. Speaking for myself, I think Handel’s Water Music is another piece with an autumnal vibe.

  2. ManicDdaily says:

    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.

  3. nelle says:

    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. 😉

  4. dannypereyra says:

    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.

  5. Trent Lewin says:

    The trees remember seasons… love that bit and this whole poem. You have an amazing ability to spin beauty, Susan.

  6. 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.

  7. Green Speck says:

    Beautiful picture you have drawn with your words !!!

  8. jomul7 says:

    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!

  9. I see and hear it, feeeeeeeeel it soooo much! In a different dimension.

  10. unfetteredbs says:

    a crisp patchwork… Susan you really nailed this. I love this — I love this time of year and you expressed it wonderfully for me

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