Together, they inhaled autumn:
foliage choreographed
early morning lightshows
of decomposing leaves;
brambles snagging sleeves
as they followed fallen acorns,
until he found a perfect russet
leaf for her to press
between the leaves of sonnets
to alleviate her distress
at his autumn leaving.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
Image found on Pinterest
Another poem in response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille #15
It’s Monday, De is our host and we are writing quadrilles using the word leaves. I’ve been working on some old and new poems, taking them apart and reconstructing them to create two quadrilles. Sorry, De, but I had to use the word ‘leaf’ in this one!
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I like the way of using the leave… what a touching memory to have in a poetry book.
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Yes, I think I have one or two leaves still in my very old copy of Leonard Cohen’s Spice-box of Earth.
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This is just too gorgeous! Especially:
“decomposing leaves;
brambles snagging sleeves
as they followed fallen acorns”
The sounds here are fantastic. And the use of “leaf” is a-okay, when also using “leaves.” 🙂
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Thank you, De 🙂
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Poignant. Like the season itself.
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A truly wonderful use for a leaf – to press bur so sad, to use it to remember his autumn leaving.
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My grandmother was a flower and leaf presser. She had a huge family Bible and I used to love leafing (pardon the pun!) through it to see what treasures I could find.
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Total delight. I really like (and wish I’d written) foliage choreographed. Perfect!
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Thank you, Victoria, I’m glad you like it!
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Oh this is such a touching write! Sigh… love your way with words, Kim ❤
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Thank you so much, Sanaa 🙂
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I imagined that he was going away to school which is common in the fall. A beautiful image of autumn that you have told with your perfect words, Kim.
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Thanks Gayle.
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Leaves of school dance
bouquets pressed ‘tween
annual pages.. ugh.. oh!
noW
re
pLaced
by
Facebook pAges.. oh..
that hOld no flowerS olD..
Facebook has no memory
smeLLs oF Love goNe byE..:)
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Sadly!
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Yeah..
Better
Than
No flowers
At all.. i guess..;)
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I read this and hear Roger Williams in the background! Sad and lilting.
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I’m going to seem so ignorant when I ask who is Roger Williams, Walt?
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He was a pianist and composer who played a famousversion of the song Autumn Leaves.
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Ah! Great song!
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Another beautiful piece! ❤
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🙂
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I find this to be quite romantic even though it is touched by some sadness.
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Thank you for reading and commenting, Imelda.
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The essence of romance!
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Thank you!
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I love your first line – the evocative nature of smells! From then on I could smell the poem, too. Lovely sense of Autumn melancholy.
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Thank you for your comments, Sarah 🙂
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This evokes images of brisk overcast autumn Sundays and sipping tea in quiet contemplation of all the nested goodbyes. Loved the bittersweet aroma of this.
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Thank you, Barry.
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