Saturday, October 17, 2015

Last Day Of Summer

Autumn stole the last day of summer
and left a promise of winter in return
in a thin kiss of frost on the window
and a paler sun.

I thought I was safe in September
from the sting of solstice's breath.
But autumn stole the last day of summer
and promised death.

A bit of fall for Karin at Real Toads

16 comments:

Outlawyer said...

This is wonderfully musical, MZ_-I really like the slant rhyme with the paler sun and return--and the closing stanza's music as well==we are in that stage up here--a whirl of snow even today though it was also a sunny (and the little bit of snow was just in the air--) Thanks for this sense of fall==k.

Susan said...

I've always wondered why autumn/fall was named fall just because of the leaves or because of a larger death? Love this poem!

Sylvia K said...

Oh, you are the best, MZ!! I love it and musical it is!! Thanks for a great way to end my day!! Hope you're enjoying you weekend!!

brudberg said...

That first kiss of death... Bereaved what can we do but just accept?

hedgewitch said...

I always hated fall when I was young--oddly, it and its death vibe become quite comforting eventually. I especially like the sense this has of defiance and false security.

Helen said...

Fall is my favorite season ~~ a kind of 'now I lay me down to sleep' introduction to winter. Great write!

Gail said...

Magical.

Fireblossom said...

I agree with hedge, and will only add that once again your musical sensibility shows itself in your poetry.

ocean bones said...

Love these:
"a thin kiss of frost on the window"
"the sting of solstice's breath"

Margaret said...

...the first kiss of a gentle snow is always lovely, but gets old really fast.

Your poetry is so lyrical - always so interesting.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Sombre. Beautiful.

Susie Clevenger said...

I think autumn has us all facing endings whether a season or life.

blueoran said...

Looks like falling in the approach but then it's all collapse. Like all love gone down the road. Nailed it!

Kerry O'Connor said...

Such a perfect description -you rounded it off so well.

Other Mary said...

You've described it well, thought here it seems our Septembers are just more August (stinking hot and humid) winter is still as long as ever, but fall is getting squeezed. But, climate aside, I like the snappy cadence of your piece, and that satisifying rhyme.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh, this is beautiful and poignant. I especially love "autumn stole the last day of summer".