Sanna's Bag

“I never seem to have what I need when I need it. I’m going to make a belt-bag that’s bigger on the inside than on the outside, and just carry everything with me.”

Thursday, October 26, 2006

Autumn's Orphans

Autumn’s Orphans

It’s just half past October, and even the sunrise is headed south.
Another bright summer is over. The slate grey days are here.
The geese scrawl their cuneiform messages across the sky.
“This way out,” > they say. “This way.” > “This way.” >
Our snowbird friends have flown, and we stand,
yearning after them, and wishing for wings.
The days narrow down to year’s end.
The cold nestles into our souls.
The crystal air has an edge,
and winter is into us
with her first
sharp
tooth.

5 Comments:

  • At 8:10 AM , Blogger msubulldog said...

    Mmmmmm..... :)
    The sound of geese flying overhead is my favorite sound in the whole world!
    Thanks for the congratulatory note on my blog. I'm definitely wroking on getting all the sleep I can. *grin*

     
  • At 8:12 AM , Blogger Lucia said...

    Ouch! I knew I felt a nip in the air.

     
  • At 10:22 AM , Blogger Starfish said...

    I loved this poem, especially the "this way >". I've always thought they were trying to show us stubborn people to go where it's warmer.

     
  • At 3:56 PM , Blogger Amy Lane said...

    'the geese scrawl their cuniform message'... excellent--simply excellent! (Huzzah for simple celebrations of seasons...I forget sometimes that the sun changes his perspective on the world...)

     
  • At 12:20 AM , Blogger Janette said...

    Roxi, that's a gorgeous poem. You are so, so, very talented. xx

     

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