Autumn’s Lumbering Light

Posted on October 31, 2019 by

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In autumn’s lumbering light,
as wind howls, undressing trees
I thought I saw
a glimpse of golden brown eyes
yet I know it musn’t be, (crushed)
as you’ve been gone so many years
for the seasonal rains and I
have shed a river of useless tears
while drowning in both- sadness and bliss.

When white star jasmine blooms
on a cold brisk night, its scent wafting
heavy on crisp evening air, are you
whispering through emerald leaves
calling my name, (hushed) or is
my mind playing its endless game
that you are still here with me?

When a great horned owl cries
on high from the tallest pinyon pine
who, who, who, who, and I
sit alone under ghost- pale moonlight
awash in my melancholic plight,
that’s when I feel the softest touch
of your cool hand brush
against my warm cheek, (blushed)
or is it only a sly wayward breeze?

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Poets United Midweek Motif: A Million Years Howl when voices whisper among the trees

Also linking to dVerse Poets Pub where I am hosting tonight. Come by and share a poem, read the works of other poets and join in the fun! The Pub opens at 3PM EST. dVerse Poets Pub: OLN Casting a Spell

Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
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55 Comments on “Autumn’s Lumbering Light”

  1. It may be best not to question it, though the questions make for an excellent poem of mournful tone. What if we could celebrate these sendings? Who would believe it, eh?

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  3. I love the feeling of ‘lumbering light’ on my tongue and in my head, Linda! I also like the ‘sh’ sounds in the words in parentheses, and the hint at a ghost.

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  5. I am literally swooning right now! ❤️ Love this especially; “When white star jasmine blooms on a cold brisk night, its scent wafting heavy on crisp evening air, are you whispering through emerald leaves calling my name.” Woww! 😍😍

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  8. This is really lovely, and holds the enchantment of this season of returning souls. Beautiful write Linda!

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  10. With the rhyming words in parentheses, is this a poetic form we’ve once done? I like the feel of it, like echo poetry. The palpable feeling of loss permeates this, but there is still something precious about the sentiment.

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  15. I love the melancholy lumbering light, as well as the emotionally willful haunting of questions answered only by the wind. This is a jewel to read.

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