On The Fall

 

The Poetrycooker is so excited for Autumn! Ah, my faveorite season. . . there's just something magical in the chilly air, isn't there?

 

 

Let's look to poet Joanne Kyger and some of the lovely ladies over at weheartit to help us celebrate!

 

September

 

 by Joanne Kyger

The grasses are light brown

and the ocean comes in

long shimmering lines

under the fleet from last night

which dozes now in the early morning

 

  

 

Here and there horses graze

on somebody’s acreage

 

 

Strangely, it was not my desire

 

  

that bade me speak in church to be released

but memory of the way it used to be in

careless and exotic play

 

when characters were promises

then recognitions. The world of transformation

is real and not real but trusting.

 

  

 

Enough of these lessons? I mean

didactic phrases to take you in and out of

love’s mysterious bonds?

 

 

Well I myself am not myself

 

 

and which power of survival I speak

for is not made of houses.

 

It is inner luxury, of golden figures

that breathe like mountains do

and whose skin is made dusky by stars.

 



Obsession Fall #1