Transformation

A garden, abandoned and wild –

liberated from man's designs –

basks in each summer day.

Then soon arrives November's chill –

and bitter winds and evening frost

mean winter's on the way.

The goldenrod – its treasure spent

in wild and wanton revelries –

retires in shades of buff.

The aster drops its purple fringe –

its yellow center detonates

into a soft, beige puff.

The milkweed's blushing, perfumed blooms

give way to tasseled seeds that sail

above a pale tableau.

Autumnal hues once warm and strong,

fade slowly from the cooling scene,

soon to be blanched by snow.

November 2020

(from the book Longing For The Light by Doris Potter)

© Doris Potter

November

 

November

November's icy breath blows in

Stripping trees of their golden dresses

And leaves them to shiver in their nakedness.

And then in effort to atone,

Makes fiery sunsets to warm the sky

And trees, as black lace silhouettes,

        stand in relief.

2016

(from the book Discoveries In The Dark by Doris Potter)

© Doris Potter