A Kind of Hush

Overcast, subdued, the splendor of fall
fills the air with a sense of hush.
Where emeralds once hued the hills
Maples are draped with new flame.

Wild geese vee, merely ritual;
now they winter here, comfortable
with abundant corn and greens
grown for their pleasure.
Ancient instincts for migration are stilled

like this world alight in technicolor
of turning leaves, dying vines and pumpkins
rotund in their ripeness, silently hoping
to be chosen for a pie or

jack-o-lantern, the best on the block.
Everything has dreams, especially in Autumn
on a still day when the silence suggests
the excitement of change,
an awakening, before that deep sleep.

10 comments

  1. Hi Ely,

    It is always a huge pleasure to ‘hear’ your voice. Thank your for sharing
    this fall day with me. .. BTW…there was no response to the page I put up
    for short poems. If you come up with an idea for restarting the short form
    chains, just send me a verse and I’ll start a page.

    Best,
    Sarah

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  2. Some very nice images.
    This captures those Autumn feelings
    of loving the color, the drape of new flame,
    and yet we know there is the dying,
    and there will be one final burst of color before the big sleep.

    Much enjoyed, Dear Sarah.

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  3. Hi Sarah

    What a beautiful feeling and scene you create with this poem, the vivid essence of an Autumn day that inspires and haunts with all the beauty and nuances of the season. I love all the details in this piece from how “the geese vee” to the world being lit in Autumn’s “Technicolor”. And that last stanza sums it up so perfectly —

    Everything has dreams, especially in Autumn
    on a still day when the silence suggests
    the excitement of change,
    an awakening, before that deep sleep.

    The mind and heart are infused with the burning creativity and vivacity of Fall and who cannot help but dream. Thank you for sharing this, I share and cherish “this kind of hush”.

    take care
    wendy

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  4. “The mind and heart are infused with the burning creativity and vivacity ”

    Yes!

    there’s something about this season!

    Wendy,

    So much appreciate you!

    sarah

    I am so very glad to ‘hear’ your voice. I have been watching
    those fires and feel sure you must be breathing their smoke.
    My prayers are with you and all who are suffering that inferno.

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  5. Hi Sarah

    Luckily, Jim and I are down in the high desert, the southern section of California. We are a safe distance from the fires but there are some burning in Anaheim, near Disneyland, about two hours from us. We can see some of the smoke over the St. Gabriel Mountains, but we do have clearer skies and breathable air. Thank you so much for your prayers and concern, they are deeply cherished!

    Take care and God Bless you and yours!
    Wendy

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  6. Autumn does it every time. There is something quite magical about the season, seems to bring out the best in poets and this poem is no exception.

    Loved those last four lines, gives me hope that the human spirit will survive no matter.

    Douglas.

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  7. Douglas,

    It is always so good to share poetry with you,
    and of course to share the autumn season.
    I feel more alive in autumn than I do in Spring.
    Do I have it backwards? I don’t know, but
    Autumn excites me. Thanks for taking time
    with my poem, for leaving a comment, and
    for being here in our midst.

    Sarah

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