Seriously Autumn
Another old one. Sorry.
It surprised me, a little.
Not that the red gold leaves had fled the
trees to do their Dervish dance macabre on
the bride white ground to let me know that
it was seriously Autumn but that I had not
thought of you since April and your birthday.
That Sunday I took the little book of your
verses and read them out loud until I cried .
You would have smiled at that. Smiled, not
laughed. You never laughed at me though I
often gave you reason to.
Only you could die in Egypt, in a tomb
reserved for kings. Only you could give that
final act the polish of a true professional.
You up-stager, you grand stander. I do miss you.
Especially now, when the world turns red
and gold and white, turns seriously Autumn.
Who is to dance in the heaps of leaves?
Chrissy those special private moments so very delicately versed.
There are so many unusual ways to write a love poem…Yes this about one of the nicest I’ve read…Tony
Tony, many thanks for reading and commenting. I really appreciate it.
Chrissy
Do no harm.
Never apologise for something this lovely. There are certain times when loss is felt more deeply than others. and you’ve captured that in these heartfelt words.
Gee, much thanks for reading and commenting on this. It is truly appreciated and I’m glad you found something in it that you liked.
Chrissy
Do no harm.
Beautifully done. Loving words crafted into a compelling story. Sue.
Sue, many thanks for reading and commenting. I’m glad you liked it.
Chrissy
Do no harm.
I love the last four lines. A great work indeed.
Thanks so much for taking the time to read and for your comments. I’m glad you liked it.
Chrissy.
Do no harm.