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The Killing Season (Most Sublime)
by Terry OlynikA hushed Autumn descends, apologetically,
Suspending the flow of life- giving juices,
Unhinging leaves, their legions -
Tumbling, crisp-veined corpses.
Imparting backbone and velvet
To the lung- kissing air.
The Sun King, smiling by the time clock,
Accepts his reduced workload with grace and relief.
Sun-baked creatures stir instinctively
Ears erect, nostrils flaring -
Sensing the mantle's energy
Through thickening paw pads.
A million tiny deaths
Unfolding in ordered orchestration -
Nature's prelude
To habitual rebirth.
A requiem
Rehearsed through eternity.
10/09/2005 Author's Note: To live without seasons - how very unfortunate ( sorry Miami, L.A. ).
Posted on 10/09/2005
Copyright © 2025 Terry Olynik
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 10/10/05 at 02:49 AM Gosh, Terry, you make me wish for about 10 seconds that I was back east to see the change of seasons before being buried under all that frozen white stuff. You've described autumn uniquely and beautifully. Yes, there are trade-offs for living where there is fairly warm weather year round. Putting this on my favorites. ;-)
~Chelle~ |
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