i don’t want to down your up
but it’s october tomorrow
& everything’s falling
& i need to fall too
but backwards
into leaves & just breathe
those crushed tannins
that taste of tea
& home. home in the child sense
of home: red rose & never salada
float this homegoing in a spiral down
gentle & flaming yellow
as it softens to browns
& bronzes overnight. knowing this
the sky is always most blue now
so we crave it, as hard & basic
as bones want flesh
but there is no more
than this most, & fleeting
as the monarchs chaining
against that blue in migration.
catch it here, now. i have seen it
escape so quiet, so light
we don’t notice it’s over
until it’s over.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Whimsical! I got lost in your words. I really enjoyed it. I particularly enjoyed the ending, it kinda snapped me out of the daydream.
Hey, S., thanks so much! Yes, it is really hard to catch the temporariness here. Not really sure I succeeded.
I think you did! The last line did it for me. It’s obviously there, otherwise I wouldn’t have noticed. If anyone says differently, send them my way – they obviously didn’t read it properly!
thanks, S. 😉 will do!
You know I love this
Oh, thank you Boomie!
I often feel that Spring and Fall are very hard to “grasp.” Summer and Winter stay with us with an, at times, deadening weight. I love those seasons too, but the dramatic activity of Spring and Fall make them hard “to catch.”
They are so hard to capture in essence. You are so right–easy to capture summer and snow; not so spring with all its unfoldings, and definitely not fall with its fleeting beauty blending into gray.
Your poems always have a magical effect on me … like Alice in Wonderland 🙂
oh, thank you! Are you small or tall now? 😉
That was fun!
🙂 thanks! I enjoyed. It has been too long sicne I played in a pile of leaves–they need to all come down now so I can 😉
There’s always [for me] movement in each season and I love the flow of fall.
Sigh…me too…
Ah! That’s gravity gone right!
Seb, thanks much. I liked the floatiness of this one.
That last stanza is perfect: it’s so true that the now must embraced and caught otherwise you end up learning that it was over a while ago.
Great poem!
Oh, Joe–thank you. yes, you are right on with what I was going for–catch now, now.
Hey..do you remember what used to come in the red rose boxes of tea (the ONLY tea btw)?
yes–the itty bitty figurines?
Nice one
Thanks, Celestine!