September 6, 06
Susan Dale
The darkness of rain
A slow dying of bounty
Leading to a somnolent space
Where dreams are carried off
By the merchants of Mohammed
Autumn comes
with wounded stars
and lean-wolf moon
October, 07
by Susan Dale
October in a melancholy cape of rain
Drifts off from autumn
Distant eyes looking off
to misty mornings
Giving way to a passionate sun
Of lemon luminosity
And blue-eyed skies
Stretching to Egypt
Waters wrapped
In blankets of foam
Knees to chin autumn
Curled up in a golden ball
Fish bones, broken glass, driftwood
Washing on shore
Covered with the shrouds of seaweed
Breaking in - a long whistle train
And the winds playing scale in the treetops
Taking the opulence of crimson leaves
And bright hard berries
Leaving behind sculptures of naked trees
Stark against an ivory sky
The Pageantry Of Autumn
by Susan Dale
Tawny afternoons that stretch
To the rings of Jupiter
Are they our daydreams
Captured in cottony clouds
Floating under a tabernacle sun
Those honeyed days of bees
Bending the fading phlox
Crickets chattering songs of courtship
All being carried on cool breezes
Beating wings over the golden sunspots
Splashed throughout our autumn
day-dreaming days
One mellow moment dissolves into another
All melt within the sunny splendor
Of melancholy autumn
Susan’s poems and fiction are on Eastown Fiction, Tryst 3, Word Salad, Pens On Fire, Ken *Again, Hackwriters, and Penwood Review. In 2007, she won the grand prize for poetry from Oneswan.
Susan Dale
The darkness of rain
A slow dying of bounty
Leading to a somnolent space
Where dreams are carried off
By the merchants of Mohammed
Autumn comes
with wounded stars
and lean-wolf moon
October, 07
by Susan Dale
October in a melancholy cape of rain
Drifts off from autumn
Distant eyes looking off
to misty mornings
Giving way to a passionate sun
Of lemon luminosity
And blue-eyed skies
Stretching to Egypt
Waters wrapped
In blankets of foam
Knees to chin autumn
Curled up in a golden ball
Fish bones, broken glass, driftwood
Washing on shore
Covered with the shrouds of seaweed
Breaking in - a long whistle train
And the winds playing scale in the treetops
Taking the opulence of crimson leaves
And bright hard berries
Leaving behind sculptures of naked trees
Stark against an ivory sky
The Pageantry Of Autumn
by Susan Dale
Tawny afternoons that stretch
To the rings of Jupiter
Are they our daydreams
Captured in cottony clouds
Floating under a tabernacle sun
Those honeyed days of bees
Bending the fading phlox
Crickets chattering songs of courtship
All being carried on cool breezes
Beating wings over the golden sunspots
Splashed throughout our autumn
day-dreaming days
One mellow moment dissolves into another
All melt within the sunny splendor
Of melancholy autumn
Susan’s poems and fiction are on Eastown Fiction, Tryst 3, Word Salad, Pens On Fire, Ken *Again, Hackwriters, and Penwood Review. In 2007, she won the grand prize for poetry from Oneswan.
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