Memories in Autumn
the plane descends through the window i can see
sails billow swirling crisp white against blue of sea and sky
the summer sun blazing grain drying in the fields this year's vegetables the smallest
still there are tiny red tomatoes to sizzle in the pan and slice into salads
end of summer memories i hold in my hand spin out of control
the season changes bright orange tumbles down the mountain
longing comes into focus past reflected in the mirror of time
i look for you in the wind that ruffled your hair in the snow that falls in winter
transforms another season a bridge between here and now and what was
in memory i run my hand across your strong back and feel the shoulder blade
beneath the skin skin smooth as silk i inhale you
will i see you again filters hold back heaviest burdens pilled high on the barge
pulled behind yo, ho, heave, ho your body slips through the water like a fish
your golden fins flash in the sunlight a twist of the doorknob
the door partially opens each scene/up close/20/20 in full view/yet so far away
distance unknown hearts bound with silver threads i reach for you
you are there another day another time
October 2, 2016
13 comments:
I find the time of transition in autumn being a time when I feel memories the strongest.. maybe it's the change in itself that make me remember other pasts the more.
I love hearts bound by silver threads. Fall does seem to be a time of remembrance.
I love this. It's the best piece I've read today. There are several sections that I'm particularly drawn to, but I won't waste your white space by pasting them. :)
The flow and ruffle of that gorgeous hair is so vivid.. So vivid perhaps a feeling can become a touch in that space between being..and not..I do hope so..and I wish I wish we will always have that connection to those whose skin we soothed..when the time is right
Nostalgic, reminiscent, filled with yearning, dreamlike! Really powerful writing, Annell.
The darting images draw one in inexorably.
Wonderful.
ZQ
When you lose a loved one the seasons hit you hard with the memories they invoke. This is the saddest time of the year for me and these days echo similar feelings to those you express especially those "hearts bound with silver threads".
This may be my favorite of all your poems. I like the straight forward window view changing to a mirror full of memory, sensual and desireable. I like the idea of the lover as a sailor, as a fish, in the boat, in the water, at the door.
"your golden fins flash in the sunlight" this is such a bright image...fins are like memories to me, always bright and moving...
As always, wonderful.
Those bridges between now and then are so important. May we find them frequently, and cross over them gently.
Beautiful...the orange tumbling down the mountain and the tiny red tomatoes in the pan...a wonderful mix of relationships and seasons...bkm
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