Wednesday, 3 September 2008

Time to Leave

When the artist's magical light seems to last all day
.....a warm glow slanting with a chill at its heart

when rowan berries shine like jewels
.....and the robin sings its sadder song

when the gold of August fields fades away to brown
.....and green becomes yellow above our heads

then swallows and martins chatter and flutter
gather in crowds on telephone wires
and wait for the northerly wind to blow them
south - its time to go, they know


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31 comments:

Art and Poetry said...

Beauutiful poem and very true, well done!

Nathan said...

wonderful evocation of the season

FARfetched said...

My first thought was, it's not fall yet. Then I remembered you're at a slightly different latitude. Fall hasn't arrived on Planet Georgia yet, but I think I'll be putting the light lining in my motorcycle jacket in a couple of weeks.

The Weaver of Grass said...

Like the imagery of the colours changing as Autumn approaches. Wish I had rowan berries left but as soon as mine were red they were eaten by lovely young brownish starlings who swung on the branches and gorged themselves. Not a single berry left.

Lucy said...

That really does have such a feel of the season, beautiful.

mrs. sarah ott said...

it is always amazing to me how they know. its true its as if they all huddle in rows waiting for that gust to give the a-go. our leaves are turning yellow here. it has been around 48 degrees on average. time for a new down comforter i think. lovely poem; you did a beautiful job of expressing the heart of this change

Annamari said...

another great transition poem...i like the rythm is swifting nostalgic...

Deb G said...

Really like this. The first two lines really capture this time of year for me. We're at that stage too-even when the sun's out there is a nip to the air. And that "magical light," is why this is my favorite time of year.

odessa said...

oh, i so love this juliet! truly. you captured the bittersweet transition from summer to fall. plus, you know i love the image of birds on telephone wires.

Annie said...

What beautiful images you paint. There are ginkos outside my office and in the Fall they drop their leaves (green becomes yellow above our heads) a lays down the most wonderful buttery carpet.

Janice Thomson said...

It is that time again as your poem vividly portrays. A sad but necessary cycle of nature and one of my favorites when I finally adjust to it. Beautiful write Juliet.

Greyscale Territory said...

What a beautiful tribute to the changing of the seasons! A soft and musical praise of changing beauties!

kouji said...

lovely migratory lines. :)

anthonynorth said...

I love watching them before they migrate. An excellent sign of a collective mind.

Lenore said...

beautiful!

Annamari said...

after reading your poems lately, i ended up remebering;
A venit toamna acopera-mi inima cu ceva/ cu umbra unui copac saumai bine cu umbra ta' -N. Stanescu "Emotie de toamna"

Beloved Dreamer said...

This is just so beautiful. I love the line "when rowan berries shine like jewels". Nature has it's own "Crown Jewels"
Love your site.


love-Melanie-bd

kristinalee said...

I love the sounds in this poem and I especially enjoyed your last line break. Great job! :)

gautami tripathy said...

One can hear the sounds while reading this!

blown away

Rob Hopcott said...

Juliet, thanks for your kind comments about my flash fiction site.

I just loved this poem. There is a sadness about ending which your poem captures beautifully.

I loved the rhythm through the repeated use of 'when' - truly musical.

In 'its time to go, they know' the rhyme achieves closure so naturally.

Great stuff! I've added an RSS feed of your posts on my flash fiction site so others can discover your work at

http://www.onlineflashfiction.com/

:-)

tumblewords said...

Very nice - they do know, don't they!

Dave King said...

Enjoyed the poem. Conjures the scenes admirably. There is not enough nature poetry around theses days. Great stuff.

Dave Coulter said...

Very nice. I'm looking forward to autumn!

Sweet Talking Guy.. said...

Yeah, I like the way that you know that the birds know when its time to go!

holly said...

fills the mouth! wonderful!

Rabbits' Guy said...

NO NO NO NO ... we have almost not even had summer yet!

But yes, the bird flocks are beginning to form here as well ...

Stan Ski said...

Autumn, graphically illustrated; and the instincts of the birds from a humans eye view.

Scot said...

yes, beautiful verse

Con Daily said...

Time to Leave in my part of the world, too, robins are eating red curants.

Selma said...

You have such a knack for bringing a tear to my eye. I always mourn when the birds leave, but it is so joyful when they return!

maekitso said...

Such a lovely response to the prompt.