Monday, November 22, 2010

A Falling Of Angels

All through cicada summer

The leaves above my house like gossiping angels had sweet arms to cling to--

All along, they had the life May woke them up to,

And cardinal birds to sing them through the long sultry days.



All through July and August, the leaves looked down at the simple ground

With haughty superiority, unearned, a lucky gift--

Then the tree fell in love with October and sent her sugar no more,

Leaving the wind-turned leaves bereft.



In time,

Down

Down

They fall,

To Mother Earth whom they had scorned.

My young friend and I come to rake them--

We take them away

As though they'd never been born.

________

18 comments:

Daryl said...

Such super imagery

Shadow said...

you've given season life!

ellen abbott said...

we all fall down.

Mama Zen said...

I adore "cicada summer." That is just gorgeous.

Eric Alder said...

This was quite lovely, Shay -you're so versatile!

TALON said...

I miss the chatter in the winter...

Beautiful, Shay.

hedgewitch said...

Hard to write a completely original poem on a topic that's been fodder for us word-picking vultures for centuries, but I do believe you've found a way to do it here. Vanity among the botanical life-forms--who knew? Excellent abundantly alive take on a rote theme.

Susannah said...

I love it. :-)

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh I so love this. The title is wonderful, "like gossiping angels had sweet arms to cling to" is just BEAUTIFUL - and so new - the whole love, then no more sugar concept is so original. And then down they fall and are taken away "as if they'd never been born." Absolutely wonderful in every single way.

Lynn said...

Ditto on all that was said above! Just lovely...

willow said...

I hate to see the end of the leaves. We don't do a lot of raking here, except for the ginkgo. They don't seem to want to blow away on their own.

Lydia said...

This made me cry. It is sososososo beautiful.

And, now, on the topic of "falling" and things that are worth falling for, you must visit THIS POST by one of the most beautiful bloggers out there (she should be, but so far has not been, widely appreciated....)

Caty said...

Pride comes before the fall, I hear. Guess that works even for the "cocky" leaves...nice spin on fall :)

Lulú said...

This one reminds me of a summer love...here today, gone tomorrow, as if it had never happened. ¡Buenísimo!

Tabitha Bird said...

Oh how I have missed reading you Shay :)
Beautiful as always.

I am baaaaaaack! :)

signed...bkm said...

Have a Blessed Thanksgiving...bkm

Jannie Funster said...

Now, Ij'm sad.


:)

Absolutely lovely, Shay. Probably the sweetest best poem on autumn leaves ever written. Gossiping angels, like they'd never been born. Devastationaly dusted with timeless longing, your words.

Still can't believe we get all your brilliance == for FREE?? Unheard of with you high-end poets, I do believe.

xoxo

Kay said...

I, for one, prefer to play in them and stuff them... crushing and crunching them beneath my feet as I walk, shuffling them up with my toes and listening to the crinkle-crink... even the dead make noises and entertainment...

great visuals here.