I AM...
Luminous, lonely, clinging by a thread.
Lost and confused.
I'm yellow, I'm red.
Everything about me
is striving to live.
Tossed by the wind
I am happy to give
All that I can.
Finding a spot
to nourish, protect,
I land at your feet, your roots I detect.
Will you notice? Will you borrow
the lifeblood from me?
Will you relinquish, make solemn
Our souls now set free?
Listen...you can barely hear me call.
Look...you can hardly see me fall.
Feel...you can almost...
you
can
almost...
see me.
Liked your whispering voice. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteoh. wonderful write...the drawing away there at the end is heartheavy...let the breeze take you where it will...nice magpie!
ReplyDeleteI love the notion of autumn trying to hang on, but is so fleeting. Wonderful metaphors here, Teri. Nice.
ReplyDeleteI like this.. sort of an acrostic verse! :D great voice!
ReplyDeleteMy Magpie Is Here:
http://leonnyes.wordpress.com/2010/10/07/wanderer/
animated tale,
ReplyDeletewow,
you make Fall more like a living pal....
This made my tear up a bit. But that's a good thing! You are doing your poetry job well.
ReplyDeletebrava brava! I love your Autumn hanging on- and love the glimpse into your life...cheers
ReplyDeleteA lovely and bittersweet slice of autumn!
ReplyDeleteAutumn speaks wisely here... hoping, holding, trying not to fade away...
ReplyDeleteWell written magpie.
Invite you to try the prompts at Writer's Island...
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