For Day Thirteen of Paul Brookes’ Special January Ekphrastic Challenge, I’m Responding to “Second Autumn” (KR) and CO19.
Why is that sometimes spring and summer seem to come again,
but autumn only once?
The azure skies that fade into violet sighs,
the leaves of russet and gold, turn brown, fold within
leaving only a crunch—
they turn to dust.
Now I hear the geese in honking V, pull free time’s stitches—
land to sea.
And if I sit on moonlit porch—and listen–
will I hear the rustling ghosts of what was or what might have been?
A summer night. A picket fence. A snake. A bite.
Life or death? What happened after? What happened then?
Reblogged this on The Wombwell Rainbow.
Thank you, Paul.
Always more questions. (K)
Yes. And what is life, if we don’t question?
Thank you very much, Derrick.
I’ve got some catching up to do! (be prepared for the onslaught)
Question we pose when we could just go with the flow and know they do come again and again – -well, minus the snake bite, if you don’t mind… 🙂
I don’t mind at all. 😀Thank you! I appreciate you doing all this catching up! ❤️
You do realise, that not everyone gets this special treatment 😉 💞