Autumn's Glance

Casting a glance past my shoulder as Chopin’s Berceuse opens into the air light diffuses across the room with its Autumn shadow beautiful day … beautiful shimmers, ripples as dry, shallow water with dancing shades of lilac leaves shimmering stream of light across a flaxen silk cushion nothing special, but yes the glinty lustre lingers here, simple, playful, randomly enticing My eye to Autumn light is a relationship beyond my strength and always has been there, an unaccomplished lilac leaf, predominantly green with a touch of purplish blush, just flickered down past the window Magical dance of Autumn’s delight, my delight the season’s progression to detritus and Winter’s insulation of wilted lamium, hardened rose-hips, flattened hostas Blankets of leaves form pools of musty colour across our back garden (we were all away in different directions this weekend) and in this span, the paw-paw simply dropped its voluptuous leaves, leaving them strewn in an organized un-windswept circle round its barren form Oh, the motion, waving, blowing, dropping, to barrenness who designed this beauty? not I, it is beyond my conception conceiving barrenness nature’s movement to senescence Only she can create such beauty in this strange and entrancing ritual Autumn’s ebb-and-flow, dappled light, dance of crisp, rufous leaves, of desiccated, musty, smudged ochre-paper Little notes tumble through the fresh air and wood-smoke, notes of truth: Beauty lives here Come see and smell and touch Rusty impregnation of fluttering, flickering light and leaves preparing for Winter’s sleep and Spring’s release (October 19, 2009) Glenn died less than a month later. I, his mother, made a pledge to him that a book of his writings would be published. It has been - I am Keats as you are... Creativia Publishing: I am Keats as you are by Glenn Peirson (2016-02-14) http://a.co/6YmStCq This will be his online poetry home.