Three Autumn Poems

For many reasons, I’m heart-sore this week. There isn’t a long post in me, but I didn’t want to let this slide another week. And so, here are three autumn poems. You may recognize them from previous postings – that’s okay.

See you next week.

I Saw My Ghost

I saw my ghost yesterday,

Drinking tea in dappled light.

And I—

I checked all my bones,

Running soft fingers along

Old fractures,

Testing the joints

And painted-over cracks.

I am pleased to report

They all held up

But one:

A tiny splinter

On my least significant metatarsal.

It gave a short yelp

Before falling

To dust.

 

We did not speak,

My ghost and I,

Though she lifted cold china

To a mouth that cut.

For I—

I silenced those bones

Better left to old closets:

Those bones best forgotten

Lying quiet

And still.

“French Tea Garden,” Frederick Childe Hassam (1910).

 

October Fell Upon My Back

October fell upon my back,

The brindled wood, the barren lack,

Smoke-yellowed light a slantwise cross

Through bleak-bald trees gone gaunt with loss.

Before the wind, the dead leaves whirled,

Grey starving mist between them swirled.

The forest asked me, low and pained,

“And is it good, what you have gained?”

 

And I—

I stood alone on earth hard-packed,

Stood weighing grief

And weighing lack.

Dry berries withered on the thorn,

The season’s hinge creaked plaintive, worn,

While streams decayed to stiffened mud,

A sting of smoke and smear of blood.

 

October dark caressed my bones,

The trees leaned in, my lovely crones,

But standing in the forest bare,

I could not speak, and did not dare.

 

And the last fall wind

Crept under my coat.

 

The Elegance of the Turtle

This is not a poem

I have written for you,

But for

The elegance of the turtle

As he drifts through

Autumn ponds,

And for the slow guilelessness

In his farewell.

I am certain of the turtle,

And so,

It is better that I sing for him,

Where withered cattails shiver

And greying willows weep

Over the water.

-KT

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