Graveside, in Autumn
voices rise
to vaulted azure heights
Amazing Grace floats soft
over bowed heads, gilded
with glowing Autumn-light
Amazing, grace...
that gives us peace here
in this bitter, sweet
and beautiful place
suffused with golden
waning light
she wanders quietly,
my rosy child
amid the gravestones solemnly
and slanting yellow God-light
makes blond curls
a gilt and living nimbus
she stoops, gathers
gold-dipped flowers, leaves of crimson
gifts and treasures
cradled like live birds
in soft black folds of velvet dress
quietly, warm child-hands
touch cold grey monuments
linger a moment
place offerings of beauty
atop long forgotten stone
they glow there
in the gold and fading Autumn sun
God-painted leaves
Lambent, brilliant, fragile
beautiful gifts
infused with dying Autumn light
I catch my breath
feel September's fading beauty
the breeze that lifts
and makes gold fairy leaves dance
on crumbling stone
she dances on,
I touch the thought...
how quick the time
between green leaves
and gold

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voices rise
to vaulted azure heights
Amazing Grace floats soft
over bowed heads, gilded
with glowing Autumn-light
Amazing, grace...
that gives us peace here
in this bitter, sweet
and beautiful place
suffused with golden
waning light
she wanders quietly,
my rosy child
amid the gravestones solemnly
and slanting yellow God-light
makes blond curls
a gilt and living nimbus
she stoops, gathers
gold-dipped flowers, leaves of crimson
gifts and treasures
cradled like live birds
in soft black folds of velvet dress
quietly, warm child-hands
touch cold grey monuments
linger a moment
place offerings of beauty
atop long forgotten stone
they glow there
in the gold and fading Autumn sun
God-painted leaves
Lambent, brilliant, fragile
beautiful gifts
infused with dying Autumn light
I catch my breath
feel September's fading beauty
the breeze that lifts
and makes gold fairy leaves dance
on crumbling stone
she dances on,
I touch the thought...
how quick the time
between green leaves
and gold

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3 comments:
Oh, Erica. I must tell you that I let out an audible sigh of awe at the very end of your poem. How beautifully you capture the ache of life's transience.
"place offerings of beauty
atop long forgotten stone"
I like those two lines a lot.
The last lines: "how quick the time
between green leaves
and gold." Hurt. And yet hope. Love the image of young feet dancing amid tombstones. Poignant.
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