Damp and dreary today dawns,
settles 'round my shoulders with a weary sigh.
Her mourning tears mist my glasses
as I shuffle through leaves fast becoming brown,
contemplate life slipping away
silently, without fanfare.
No trumpet call, no pretentiousness;
just color ebbing, leaving behind
something once vibrantly splendid.
Even the lake's silvery stillness
indulges our mood,
reflects an egret's gliding grace,
angelic white wings soothing
as a sweetly sung southern hymn.
Canoes stacked, red, blue, green upon yellow;
hunkered down for winter's bite
yet able to yearn for spring's gentle caress
and summer's bold laughter -
but not these leaves. They must dissolve
into the earth from which they came.
I pick one up. Pocket it. Hesitant to let go.
Find myself looking back, remembering
the glory that was autumn.
by Margaret Bednar, December 10, 2014 (Dedicated to the memory of Galen Haynes)
This morning I heard the news that Galen Haynes (aka G-Man) passed away. I am deeply saddened and will miss this intelligent and generously kind man. This poem if for him. I will always remember him fondly.
This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads "Words Count with Mama Zen". We had to include at least one homophone and be 75 words or less. (This poem is way over the word count … I hope I am given a "pass" in honor and memory of Galen - (although, editing it to 55 words probably would improve it!)
My homophone is "leaves" and "leaving" hope the different endings are OK.
This is also linked with "Poetry Jam" contemplating "quiet".