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.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
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
oh gosh, Audra–I have nothing to say but THANK YOU!!!!!
Wonderful peek at fall, keep ’em coming!
Thanks, Nelle–revving up for the equinox…
OOOOOh my! Jaw dropped open! I see it all!
🙂 thanks, Deb!
love love LOVE! how you paint the fall boldly in this poem. For a second, I felt like I was singing with you.
oh my goodness, Jane–thank you!
This one is a truly wonderful poem … full of power ….. loved it 🙂
GS–thank you!
very nice and loved the imagery. superb title too:)
Thank you, Don–trying to make my titles more interesting.
delicious susan…LOVE it. you have captured me completely.
Rhonda–thanks–glad you liked it!
“& no charges pressed against winter” is a great line. Love this.
David, thanks. I don’t think I have ever been punched by color before 😉
Superb is the word. Fine imagery
oh, my. Thanking you. I tried to capture the visual assault all that color can evoke!