Casting Aside

Parrotia persica 'Vanessa' The tree blushed - a rude blast of air
 Betrayed a shapely bough.
 My saddened heart aware
 That Nature's clock was chiming,
 I froze upon the twelfth
 Clanging tone, caught alone,
 Staring at a creaking door -
 Left ajar for dancing, coloured Autumn,
 Pirouetting in her leaves,
 While agitated summer creatures
 Backed away resignedly,
 Sighing in protracted breves.
 I turned; gave company;
 We stood together, watching
 Summer slowly blow away.

Pirouetting Autumn by Mark R Slaughter
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2 Responses to Casting Aside

  1. ~meredith says:

    Absolutely lovely… such grace in the rhythm it seems like a song.


    • Thank you! This Parrotia was completely full of leaves until a recent wind storm. This poem just captured the idea of the tree coming alive, pirouetting in autumn – it’s leaves loosened & cast aside.

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