not ready
to face the steely grey
or brace myself against the blast
that will free the dying leaves
not ready
to prune back summer's best
or find among the thorns
the last rose bud never to full flower
not ready
for early twilight's canopy covering the world
or early morning's wakefulness
still steeped in the dark
summer left on the wind
born of a northern force
ushering in the length of night
emboldening brilliant moonshine
not asking, are you ready
bringing forth an urging deep & primal
for firelight & homing
rhythm moving on
ready or not
solstice bound
the turn of tide
winter's presence made known
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5 comments:
great poem - makes me want to go back to summer.
I so agree with Lissa. I'm a summer person and autumn strikes me as a dying time. 'the last rose bud never to full flower' says it all. A lovely post!
Beautiful words and feeling -- and it's so true that the changes come without our being asked. I too have trouble letting summer go!
:)
I love autumn but I do find it difficult to let winter move in
lissa...me too!
tumble...thank you...when i find that last bud, i can't help the sadness.
clare...it is tough to know that our opinions on change rarely count!
crafty...exactly! i really would rather skip winter, except for a few choice snowy days around a fire with no obligations for driving!
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