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A Day in the Park
the old widow Nature and I
sat on a park bench
along South Fayetteville Square,
this early September morning
She’d come to oversee
the arrival of Queen Autumn
I held her strong, leathery hand
in mine; breathed my hopes and hurts
into her patient, listening ear ~
whenever I thought to pause
and fill my lungs,
her essence danced upon the air
(magnolias join the reverie;
I am transfixed in this moment ~
where the late summer sun
dapples its way through the trees
splashing my face
in sparkling droplets of warmth)
inhaling her scent ~
the perfume of passing seasons,
layered beautifully
just under the last batches of
towels dried on the line,
and open windows forgotten
overnight; cool dewdrops gathered
along wooden edges at sunrise
I ask sincerely for her wisdom,
to lend to me, please
the lines from her eyes, richly
carved by a life that was
truly felt
winking, she obliges
we pass the afternoon away ~
a comfortable silence
periodically interrupted
by offerings of my honesty,
and taking her counsel to heart
I leave her there in the park
after kissing her weathered cheek,
the waning day casting shadows
under her eyes;
she insisted she remain
should anyone else need her
sat on a park bench
along South Fayetteville Square,
this early September morning
She’d come to oversee
the arrival of Queen Autumn
I held her strong, leathery hand
in mine; breathed my hopes and hurts
into her patient, listening ear ~
whenever I thought to pause
and fill my lungs,
her essence danced upon the air
(magnolias join the reverie;
I am transfixed in this moment ~
where the late summer sun
dapples its way through the trees
splashing my face
in sparkling droplets of warmth)
inhaling her scent ~
the perfume of passing seasons,
layered beautifully
just under the last batches of
towels dried on the line,
and open windows forgotten
overnight; cool dewdrops gathered
along wooden edges at sunrise
I ask sincerely for her wisdom,
to lend to me, please
the lines from her eyes, richly
carved by a life that was
truly felt
winking, she obliges
we pass the afternoon away ~
a comfortable silence
periodically interrupted
by offerings of my honesty,
and taking her counsel to heart
I leave her there in the park
after kissing her weathered cheek,
the waning day casting shadows
under her eyes;
she insisted she remain
should anyone else need her
Published 4th Sep 2021
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4th Sep 2021 5:17am
This is just, masterful.
Allowing me to feel the beauty you felt.
In only the ways tou can. Your perfection of description, off handed without simple adjectives.
A poets soul in a poets moment, to bless me with pretending that i was right there in that moment too.
You're amazing.
Allowing me to feel the beauty you felt.
In only the ways tou can. Your perfection of description, off handed without simple adjectives.
A poets soul in a poets moment, to bless me with pretending that i was right there in that moment too.
You're amazing.
4th Sep 2021 5:22am
Anonymous
4th Sep 2021 7:12am
This poem reminds us of a belief that I have long held — that we and nature are intrinsically linked and the more you delve into that relationship, the more you will be rewarded.
I enjoyed this poem. The story telling was strong. Thank you for sharing.
-M
I enjoyed this poem. The story telling was strong. Thank you for sharing.
-M
4th Sep 2021 3:21pm
We are not in Nature but a part of Nature.
This is beautifully woven, Luna. I felt I was there on that park bench.
This is beautifully woven, Luna. I felt I was there on that park bench.
4th Sep 2021 8:58pm
Amazing!
I agree with being one with nature. Alongside. Along for the ride.
Either way you look at it.
Seasons invoke special emotions that knock on my creativity door.
But for me A Day in the Park is a metaphor for my mother.
Always there for me and who I admire very much.
I agree with being one with nature. Alongside. Along for the ride.
Either way you look at it.
Seasons invoke special emotions that knock on my creativity door.
But for me A Day in the Park is a metaphor for my mother.
Always there for me and who I admire very much.
8th Sep 2021 9:44pm
Such a mature and confident write. Exquisite. I'm saving it so that I can read it often. Nominated for Poem of the Month.
10th Oct 2021 5:32pm
28th Oct 2021 12:45pm
dear Luna GreyHawk
i thought that Queen Autumn
was a bit lacking in luster
and perhaps something like
Queen Autu
might offer be a bit more of an aura
if one considers the origins of the word
a warm smile
silent lotus
The word autumn (/ˈɔːtəm/) is derived from Latin autumnus, archaic auctumnus, possibly from the ancient Etruscan root autu- and has within it connotations of the passing of the year.[15] Alternative etymologies include Proto-Indo-European *h₃ewǵ- ("cold") or *h₂sows- ("dry").[16]
After the Greek era, the word continued to be used as the Old French word autompne (automne in modern French) or autumpne in Middle English,[17] and was later normalised to the original Latin. In the Medieval period, there are rare examples of its use as early as the 12th century, but by the 16th century, it was in common use.
i thought that Queen Autumn
was a bit lacking in luster
and perhaps something like
Queen Autu
might offer be a bit more of an aura
if one considers the origins of the word
a warm smile
silent lotus
The word autumn (/ˈɔːtəm/) is derived from Latin autumnus, archaic auctumnus, possibly from the ancient Etruscan root autu- and has within it connotations of the passing of the year.[15] Alternative etymologies include Proto-Indo-European *h₃ewǵ- ("cold") or *h₂sows- ("dry").[16]
After the Greek era, the word continued to be used as the Old French word autompne (automne in modern French) or autumpne in Middle English,[17] and was later normalised to the original Latin. In the Medieval period, there are rare examples of its use as early as the 12th century, but by the 16th century, it was in common use.
28th Oct 2021 7:59pm
I appreciate the etymological education, and in the context of my poem, Queen Autumn is quite literally used to denote the season of autumn. Thank you for reading 🙂
