This week…Autumn Splendor was the prompt at Inspiration Avenue. I know this is the favorite season for many people, but for me it is melancholy.
Jane Kenyon describes my feelings about Autumn and childhood perfectly and soulfully in this poem.
A white indifferent morning sky,
and a crow, hectoring from its nest
high in the hemlock, a nest as big
as a laundry basket…
In my childhood
I stood under a dripping oak,
while autumnal fog eddied around my feet,
waiting for the school bus
with a dread that took my breath away.
The damp dirt road gave off
this same complex organic scent.
I had the new books-words, numbers,
and operations with numbers I did not
comprehend-and crayons, unspoiled
by use, in a blue canvas satchel
with red leather straps.
Spruce, inadequate, and alien
I stood at the side of the road.
It was the only life I had.
Just a page in my art journal.
Don’t you love the way she refers to herself as spruce,
grouping herself with the hemlock and the oak, standing alone in the subtle way of a wonderful wordsmith…
I have the book of her collected poems, and I would recommend the book to everyone…even if you think you don’t like poetry.
I am too late for the challenge, but a lot of people
were not…visit the results at Inspiration Avenue