Poetry

Out-of-Season

Four leaves were shed
lazily
in front of me
as I made my way to
Front Royal
today
but they
were all wrong
these leaves

did not tumble
as dust from summer’s
broad shouldered
shrugs
rather
they spiraled,
pirouetted
in the gentle
dance of death
that belongs
to Fall
alone
and I was
undone
by this
brazen
display of
misplaced
melancholy
arriving
not quite a
fortnight
into July
on this
long drive
and my heart
skipped,
gasped,
grasped
at that
missing thing
I can never
define
as the miles
ticked by

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5 replies »

    • Thanks! For a brief second it looked like Fall, and all the feelings that Fall triggers in me rose up instantly – the melancholy, the undefined yearning – and it hung with me for the entire drive. Or something like that! 😉

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