Surprises become part of the routine
Shocks shrug and slide into the perennial
Grass soft with life under a dewy sheen
Turns silver, brittle--extraterrestrial
The first of all frosts was anonymous
No articulate tongue was warm enough
To name or greet it or hoarsely discuss
How it made breath visible or flesh tough
All minds mistake themselves for pioneers
Mapping virginal contours of fresh worlds
Oceans are pools of dead ancestors' tears
Seasons are ancient flags newly unfurled
Each autumn hears its frosty eulogy
With customary incredulity
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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This poem really got to me. "Each autumn hears its frosty eulogy /With customary incredulity" will come to mind often this season.
Damn! One of your best. Where do I start? The “all minds line” is great, “no articulate tongue” is great and finished off with a frosty volta. Wonderful job!
Beautiful take on the challenge
"Oceans are pools of dead ancestors' tears" Oooo, that was my favourite line!