Demeter wailed on the autumn’s eve and all the gods could do was to plant lavender clouds to soothe her and comfort her as the sky filled pink to match her tear-stained cheeks the same tears that roared to earth as the last of the summer rain Persephone was the last to hold Demeter her bags already packed to return to Hades she whispered sweetly and secretly a skill her husband had taught her well holding her mother’s slender fingers she told her to watch for a robin and when one flew across land below to feed it with berries the colour of her heart and the robin will accept graciously so when Persephone returns she will be strong and spring & summer will be theirs alone their green dresses will sparkle with gold woven by the sun itself and they will dance as they’ve never danced before.
Thanks for taking the time to read this poem. Greek Mythology is something quite different for me to work with in terms of conveying a message and I hope I’ve done it justice.
I welcome Autumn as she drapes me in a blanket of bronze and straw-gold whispering seductive sweet promises of late lavender sunrises and delicious red sunsets she mentions velvet night-skies flecked with tiny diamonds and an occasional silent symphony by the Northern Lights even the rain softens under her presence guiding acorns to ground while winged sycamores float safely down and when the wind wraps itself around her it whistles happily carrying her scent of blackberry and pear feeding my nostalgia of years gone by everything about Autumn is chaos everything about Autumn is just so I long for her and her embrace to return by the time Winter shakes my hand with his icy fingers.
Thanks for taking the time to read this poem , I hope you enjoyed it. Feel free to leave any comments you may like.
and the spectrum of flickering flames and hot embers
because I’ve always loved
dancing in the fire.
Thanks for taking the time to read my poem, originally wrote as part of #TopTweetTuesday on twitter, this is a farewell to Summer and a warm welcome to Autumn. Please feel free to leave a comment if you liked it or have any constructive critique.
the bronze leaves are tenderly hurtling to the forest floor a patchwork quilt of misfortune and malaise sewn and laid by rattling clunking gusts the ash, beech and birch succumb to their own stark beauty
This poem was originally published on my Instagram/Twitter to celebrate National Poetry Day