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I've heard your whispers
in quiet moments 
amongst the shedding trees of Autumn..

I walk alone our wooded path – listening
the air just as crisp as a bright-blushed Winesap 
but my tears not as sweet – glistening

the wispy whispers haunting
taunting in their gentle tug
and I wonder; how easily the golden leaves let go..
with barely a breath of wind’s soft persuasion
they fall away from boughs
each descending like a fated swan 
gliding  circling  fluttering to their end with a taffeta crinkle -
the crinkle reminiscent of a shy fire’s crackle
as they settle and nestle on the forest floor

I remember how we settled and nestled
on the rug before the fire’s supple tongues
home-made hard cider filled our mugs
made from untamed fruits
of wild trees
our flame untamed and wild too
when we were ginger-kissed
and the taste of your lips saturated mine
besotted with our nectar-like love
till satisfied cinders in the hearth serenely died..

I walk alone now with falling leaves 
was it Fall who taught you how to let go so gracefully
while October’s wind trembled aspens like harp strings..?

I hear a thousand golden whispers of love 
amongst the shedding trees of Autumn.


Susan Ashley
August 27, 2022


~ Second Place ~
Premiere Contest: Brian Strand Contest No 1178
Sponsor: Brian Strand


~ Second Place ~
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 13
Sponsor: Mark Toney


*Winesap: an American heirloom apple that ripens in October with a bright/dark red skin, a crisp texture, is aromatic and has a sweet-tart taste. Winesaps get their name due to their distinctive spicy wine-like flavor. Great for hard cider!


Photo: CU Denver News; 2020 Guide to Fall Foliage

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