Time for Poetics ~ Melissa is hosting in the Poets Pub ~ time for us to focus on interpreting one of the lovely images she has shared.
Red leaves against a concrete wall
—when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,
the single secret will still be man e e cummings
remnants of red linger
whisper of summer's breath
fighting against the chill
against the letting go
a bright vine curling
here autumn settles
its last burst of beauty
bold and bare
I enjoyed your endings, Helen, especially the sounds of the alliterative ‘remnants of red linger’, a phrase that rolls on the tongue, and ‘last burst of beauty bold and bare’, which makes the reader purse their lips in defiance.
ReplyDeleteDearest Helen,
ReplyDeleteNo doubt it will be the ending of a warmer season and off into the chill.
Hugs,
Mariette
That's lovely, Helen, especially the closing line.
ReplyDeleteI love the “whisper of summer’s breath”. In the end we’ll all just be a whisper.
ReplyDeleteLovely indeed, Helen. I have an ivy vine climbing the brick on the front of my house, and it turns bright red each autumn.
ReplyDeleteIronic that a vine so fiery looking is the harbinger of a colder season - summer going out in a blaze of autumn finery...
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of summers whisper fighting against the chill, so nice...I wish it was the other way around for me but very lovely poem Helen.
ReplyDeleteGoing out with a boom... winter's darkness is already here.
ReplyDelete"whisper of summer's breath" Nice. :)
ReplyDeleteI love "last burst of beauty".
ReplyDeleteLovely, Helen! You captured its beauty so very well.
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