When Orange is Gone
the pond is buried
swathed by winter's shroud
against the dying timenaked trees stand down
against a battleship sky
shooting pellets of cold
bones bared by the rake
pop up in unlikely spots
a warning not to plan ~
to wait it out and see
if spring bursts with life
and ends another dying time
I'm a spring/summer person and find the color of autumn to be a forecast of white, white, white and bitter cold. It takes me a bit to acclimate, so this was the first impression of a recent morning. I'll probably be okay next week. :)
A digital photo.
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Yet another dying time for a wonderful time ahead!!Beautiful
Very nice! I anticipate winer and late autumn with your poem.
I am longing for winters. It is still hot here..
Liked this...
Here is my Haibun in 55 words!
Susan winter is another wonderful season!But I am sure your climate is more than I could stand anymore...I love the images here!
Pamela
Susan, your poem is a good one. I feel a bit of a chill as I read it. We are having a few beautiful fall days here. Not looking for winter. Want orange to last a while yet.
I look forward to the coolness of fall and the coldness of winter. The Canadian in me, LOL. I can tell you like the beauty of fall but hate winter. Spring will always return, Susan.
Orange is a symbol for what brings pleasure. I relate to your poem for that reason. I love the line about the bones.
Elizabeth
I´m pretty much like you! :-)
That is one clever poem. Every line prompted an image and not a word wasted!
And '...wait it out and see
if spring bursts with life'.
Not much choice really but to rug up and wait for spring's magic.
Hope you are feeling better!
Such vivid descriptions- I can almost feel the first snowflakes... I'm not much of a winter person either-- too busy enjoying our lovely Indian summer here.
Wonderful Sue. I really love this. It has been such a hot humid summer I must admit I happy to see the leaves turn.
Melanie
There's a bleakness but also a beauty in your words. I love the first stanza and the repeated phrase at the end.
Wonderful poem about autumn and the yearning for spring. :)
Oh ,poor luv ,you are dreading the winter.
I sympathise. It must be very difficult. Climate is a big determinant of mood state for me.I
will think sunshine thoughts for you Blossombuds!
Wonderful post! =)
-Weasel
love the title... was just lookin at the trees today noticing their color... beautiful time of year... and yes, the snow is just around the corner...
A chilling poem indeed, especially with the "if" in the final stanza.
Oh this is wonderful Sue. I love Autumn so I don't have these same feelings but you've described how many people do feel with this change in season. Excellent!
LOVE your header.
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What a beautiful blog this is - so artistic. I love the word pictures and micropoetry. I shall enjoy following your work.
Regards
Kerry
The dying of the year...if you lived in Whitehorse, Yukon Territory in Canada, it would already be early winter. Summer is intense there, short and fall is an eyeblink. I think of this because I have two friends, one in Whitehorse and one nearby and they have shown me pictures of the first snowfall. Soon it will be mostly dark all day round.
G' Day From Australia, We're in the middle of spring with summer just around the corner. Can't wait for summer as winter is very dull and bleak for me. I just love all the colours and perfumes that spring and summer bring.
A clever piece with much vividness to it! =)
-Weasel
Lovely poem about winter, which I am NOT looking forward to...
I like your words, "the dying time"...
oh, i'm not ready for the imminent change of season!
autumn hits me like that too quite often - luckily there's the awesome beauty of turning leaves to compensate for the chill and grey skies... loved your poem
"bones bared by the rake
pop up in unlikely spots
a warning not to plan" ~ My favorite stanza! I love the change of seasons - such beauty in each.
Beautiful, beautiful images here Susan. A fascinating parade of images, love your poem.
One can feel a bit sad in Autumn as we contemplate Nature's long period of dormancy. In the end Spring will burst with life!
I like autumn, but also like your poem.
'cold/bones bared by the rake' - lovely!
Sue as always, beautiful and so deeply felt.
Melanie
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