TREE IN AUTUMN (Poem)
TREE IN AUTUMN
Actaeon was turned
into a hunted stag
for his temerity.
I am rooted dumbstruck
when I surprise a Goddess
at Her bath, golden dress dropped
in a sudden sweep around Her feet,
slim arms still arched above Her head,
the long fall of night suffused
by Her naked grace.
Before fall is completely past, I thought I'd post this 1994 poem of mine. I saw this tree at night from a bus window. I'd never seen a tree that had clearly dropped all its leaves at once around it, nor leaves that were such a lovely yellow. The impact of this vision stayed with me for the rest of the several hour bus ride.
Resource: Skyline Magazine, "Poetry, Stories, Art, Music...bringing the world together through art."
‘til next time, keep dreaming,
[aka: Patricia Kelly]
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