Sunday, October 19, 2008

Bits of Autumn

I wanted to do at least one poem for the season!

There was a ritual

when I was a child;

summer would slink

away with the first hint

of cold and we would

use old jelly jars,

gathering bits of autumn.

Crimson leaves, apples

crisped on frosty mornings

and warm woolly things for

chilly nights. Each of us

savoring the season,

stretching it out in front

of us and wishing it would

never end.


paisley said...

such a gentle memory... tho i never "collected" autumn,, it does remind me of catching lightning bugs as a child....

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

Captures the essence of autumn!

Jannie Funster said...

If autumn ever gets here I'll want stretch it out forever too.

But April is also a good on to make last.

S.L. Corsua said...

Autumn poems such as this, to me, are soul food; they fill me with wonder, as I've never experienced said season firsthand. (There are only two seasons in my country: the rainy season, and the dry season -- half of which is summer proper).

The detail as regards the 'old jelly jars' drives the poem home. Cheers.