Autumn Afternoon, by Janet Ireland Trail

2010 Charles Shull Contest for Traditional Poetry, Honorable Mention

Autumn Afternoon
by Janet Ireland Trail

My cat by my side, and a cup of tea,
I sit pondering by the warm window.
On my lap, a closed book of poetry.
Outside, shadows beneath setting-sun’s glow.
I watch the leaves fade from a vibrant green —
Becoming red, orange, yellow, then brown.
Thick, intricate shapes that could once be seen —
Shrinking, breaking, now compost for new ground.
Seeing my image in a mirror nearby,
A strange woman’s reflection I perceive:
Graying hair, wrinkled skin, tired aging eyes.
I turn again to watch the dying leaves;
And now, before my night’s nap, I infer
That I, like them, have become October.

Advertisements

Tags: ,

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s


%d bloggers like this: