Another summer has come
undone; with undue
hurry, harried clouds
rush autumn along.
I sit unsettled
by this season’s evaporation:
time’s rising like water
now made mist, the
ungraspable ever
more evasive yet
grasping me.
Even so, squirreled away nuts and seeds
remind me of my pantry and that I too
am both root and fog, both
here and aloft.
“I sit unsettled
by this season’s evaporation:”
Yes and yes. How true, and what a beautiful way to express it. I feel it – “the time’s rising, like water now made mist” and it makes me a bit sad, at least until the “even so”. You have such a way with words – you say it and I recognize it immediately as something I’ve known deeply but had not been able to express. Thank you for sharing your gift.
Thanks for this. I am glad to hear the poem did for you, what the experience did for me!
Lovely imagery. 🙂
Thank you for this kindness.
I do love the line,
Another summer has come
undone…
Shoelaces come undone. Fancy hair styles come undone. Buttons come undone. “Coming undone” turns summer into a slightly rumpled season who’s more than ready to turn away from the stove and put her feet up.
I like to imagine her sitting “here,” while her thoughts travel aloft.
Thanks for this. I think her feet are firmly up now, and she has embarked on a nap! Perhaps from time to time we can join her in dream world.
Aloft…sounds dreamy 🙂
Summer was hectic, I’m looking forward to a slower pace this fall.
Me too! Here’s for a little more aloft in our lives!
This was an amazing, reflective poem and I enjoyed the entire piece, but absolutely fell in love with the last 2 lines!
You are so kind. I am glad you enjoyed it.
I like the alliteration in the second stanza and the ending, A.
Thanks for this. I spent a good bit of time on that stanza, and am glad to hear it landed well.
Absolutely lovely and poignant, Allen 😀
Thanks so very much!