• §easonal drift •


October 19 by The Running Son


§easonal drift

Autumn, a leaf falling.
A matter of winter gravity; no longer the humid hands of summer
to see-saw ease me free.

Electrical charges crackle
hungry and crisp, static attacking once supple surfaces, shifting
moods by polarity,

splitting me clean to the vein
where capillaries (and their dowry of air) sub-divide into dust, a perfect
casting of ash. Here,

black and white must curve
to conspire for color parity and sharing, and water blue leaves
must settle in and assume

hues needed to breathe,
in another’s red rusting be fed, and by the seasonal laws of alchemy
become spring feed.




by Jim Aldrich

Written for the Daily Post daily prompt: Seasons


©2013 JimAldrich

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All Poetry by RunningSon, aka Jim Aldrich

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15 thoughts on “• §easonal drift •

  1. Shainbird says:

    Captivating Jim! All around words of wisdom and understanding, I love the imagery and thought of “their dowry of air”.

  2. Lord, this is heavy with multi-colored, Persephonic descents in a minor key. “Assume hues needed to breathe” indeed. And the “Sea-saw ease me free” sounds like a sing-song lilt over dark shades of Fall. I hear ya loud and clear.

    • Alchemy is sorely needed,
      wisdom reborn from mere reason.
      The right math, egos conceded,
      clears chaff to refine wheat season.

      Wisdom re-soles well worn heels;
      divine sight granted by feel,
      sealing holes in souls, wealth revealed,
      spilling the gold all hearts conceal.

  3. HI Jim. I love this wonderful expression of Fall/Autumn and how it makes us all feel. The photo is lovely. It’s been raining and cold here so in the next few weeks we shall see the lovely red, orange and yellows from our trees. We are a little behind here in the south. I hope all is well with you. I have not been online as much, been working like crazy. Take care and be blessed!

    • Thank you Michelle. The best example of a California Autumn I’ve ever seen was Yosemite.. the Valley below Half-Dome turns ocher and red… a sight to behold.

      • I can only imagine. I have some friends in Cali. But Yosemite my dad took trips to there when he was live and I have his photos from his Autumns at Yosemite. they are a sight to behold I agree with you. Keep on keepin’ on Jim.

  4. Love the color and vibrance

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