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

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.

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

  1. unfetteredbs says:

    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

  2. nelle says:

    Wonderful peek at fall, keep ’em coming!

  3. OOOOOh my! Jaw dropped open! I see it all!

  4. janehewey says:

    love love LOVE! how you paint the fall boldly in this poem. For a second, I felt like I was singing with you.

  5. Green Speck says:

    This one is a truly wonderful poem … full of power ….. loved it 🙂

  6. doncarroll says:

    very nice and loved the imagery. superb title too:)

  7. Rhonda says:

    delicious susan…LOVE it. you have captured me completely.

  8. davidtrudel says:

    “& no charges pressed against winter” is a great line. Love this.

  9. Superb is the word. Fine imagery

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