Autumn evening
by poetrydiary
That curiosity of light
which seeks in newly empty space
bold reds and gold of yesterday’s
wistful, playful and unhurried leaves –
finds today pale memories.
Her colours now are yearnings –
damp efforts washing evening streets,
night-black branches and waiting clouds,
foreboding contemplative dusk.
Glorious and glowing yet,
no matter how she tries,
only holding, holding, holding back –
holding back the coming lonely winter nights.
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We get wonderful late afternoon light sometimes at this time of year. On Friday as I drove home it was particularly good, although this was also the week when all the trees seemed to lose their leaves and the autumn displays ended.
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This is so wonderful, and make me wish I lived further to the south… here even the afternoons are night…
Your poem reads like the view outside my window… at the beginning of sunset.
A lovely poem reminding me of how it was here only a couple of weeks ago before the frost rolled in.
Her colours now are yearnings – beautifully written.
What a beautiful write. The light has definitely changed here too and I don’t look forward to our days getting even shorter until we hit the Winter Solstice.
I truly love the last two lines of this poem. Autumn light is my favorite.
..washing evening streets. It is a renewal – but first the winter before the spring 🙂
What beautiful imagery, a homage to the passing of autumn abd the side into winter.
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Sometimes I think in the late fall that the colors leach and follow the sun.
Wonderful write of all that is autumn.
“…lonely winter nights.” They do ?offer a sense of desolation don’t they? Brrr.
Kind regards
Anna :o]
Love these lines:
“wistful, playful and unhurried leaves”
“Her colours now are yearnings –
damp efforts washing evening streets”
I do love the particular slant of light this time of year and the way it turns snow to crystal glitter. Lovely write
Beautiful lines 🙂