i love the tannins of october,
how they shade air sepia
with the blandness of oak leaves
always the last to fall
and seeping beige into everything
the way my grandmother
dyed doilies in coffee or tea,
soaked just long enough to match the stain
mostly fallen now, leaves still cling to color
though now they move into yellows and browns,
the glowing reds and oranges
hissed out in the rain like the fire they mimic
and i still burn
Lovely imagery…this is beautiful
oh, thank you, Boomie!
Burning and hissing emotions … well written !!!
Love the way you captured the movement of the season.
I felt every shift in colour.
Oh, thank you, Teresa!
Another outstanding poem. This was a real treat to read for its rich imagery and for the connection to grandmother’s doilies. How I remember my grandmother, crocheting with her arthritic fingers.
Oh, mine, too. After all that work, who can blame them for soaking the doilies in tea, to the exact darkness of the offending stain?
I love November colour, where the earthbound world is measured on a brownscale. Remnant tall grasses, reeds, milkweeds, goldenrod, cattails, and in cultivated fields, even corn. So beautiful.
Yes–all the colors ranging through beiges, browns & yellows…
Its filled with tenderness and downey beauty~ xo Debbie
Love the reference to dyeing the doilies with the tea bags; it brought back pleasant memories. Lovely, thank you for sharing.
Thank you, Morgan!
Gorgeous imagery Susan, wish I’d thought of ‘tannins of October’ utterly wondrous 🙂
Polly, thank you!
lovely piece of painting! you present the changing season so visually – it strikes me that fall has something that draws out beautiful songs from deep within you! The gentle sheen of the moon creates a hunger to go for a nocturanl stroll (igbo proverb) – this is a bad translation of the proverb – Onwa gbama, ije aguma – when the moon starts to shine, the feet’s craving for strolling starts to grow.
Oh! Oh! I love the proverb. Everything has mostly fallen now, but yes–October/November used to bring out the strongest poetry, and thank you for saying you like the seasonal effect.
Celestine, thank you.