The Fall
She fell in late September
the brown-haired blonde
with the red hints
or was she a redhead with blonde hints?
It seemed to change every day.
She displayed an air of warmth for several weeks.
She flirted and seemed to be temptation itself.
She was fascinating, a colorful specimen
with features to attract a wandering eye
but there was an aloofness to her
as though she cared not what anyone thought.
One day she had the warmth and tenderness
of a summer lover
and next, she would send a chill down your spine.
I guess she was that certain kind of lover
where it was best to approach her on her days of warmth
and remain silent when she declines for cooler days.
Photographers traveled miles to get pictures of her.
Each would pose her differently
and she flashed her smile for them all
but then things changed. . .
We knew something was wrong
when in a couple of months her hair
began to drop off in clumps.
We gathered it all together and burned it
The experts said it was a natural thing
associated with her age and natural cycles.
Then, it became obvious
as her hair was nearly all gone
it changed its color to white.
Within weeks she was gone. . .
and Winter arrived.
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MendedFences27 (
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Dearest Phil, one of the best ever autumn poems I've ever read, full of charm and beauty, truly breathtaking ❤️
(Brilliant!
Thank you for inspiring
my feeble reply, cherished poet)
calamity likes its cyclic patterns
first comes that Spring of life
where all is ubiquitous gaiety
Then that heat of Summer passion
where forever's
taste as easy as candyfloss breath
then fall arrives, scarfs and coats
we feel that looming menace in that
crisp, air
then before we know it, it's a repeat
of that too-late Winter
and all is ash white warped dreams
and frozen memory's, we fight
to keep ourselves from forgetting
falling asleep with muted screams
of
'I
mustremember
She must
beremembered
I can't forget
I can't
Let her die twice
Whilst i still
drawbreath....'
I really like the way you did this Phil ..
I could feel myself warming to her only to be frozen out of the picture by that unexpected twist you incorporated toward the end .. when winter eventually arrived .. very nice indeed sir Fences ..
AGT's .. Neville
Fantastic work Phil. Autumn described beautifully..
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