Patricia Cresswell Poet Free verse

Falling Time

falling time

sitting at peace
the world far away  
stopped at the property line
when I returned 

dinner was quick 
more like a summer lunch
eaten with relish of sun setting
through wind haggard trees

the last wild geese call
voices eager to be away
follow the warmth south
to waiting fields of sweet grass

already this year is near
to a memory it is falling time
thoughts like leaves drift and dance
landing in a crackling heap 

then stillness, unnoticed at first,
rolls through me as it passes
from darkening limbs; the settling 
sun seems to suck the sounds down  

over the edge of the world 
I close my eyes and dive after it
into  its new day somewhere beyond
where Spring is just awakening.

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Lim'Rik Flats October 27, 2017 at 9:50 AM Triple wowsa. Bittersweet. My fave season, but followed by my least fave. You remind this reader to take a mental short cut to spring. Cycles do. And will. No use me pouting about it ;-0 Beautiful poem, I thoroughly enjoy looking at the world through your eyes ~ john

Dale Gregory Cozart October 27, 2017 at 9:01 AM This is gorgeous. Brimming with feeling. Patricia Cresswell October 27, 2017 at 9:25 AM Good morning Dale thank you for your comment.

John Fleming October 27, 2017 at 8:01 AM Spring...what a marvelous time of year -- the vibrant splendour of it all! But there again...all seasons have their qualities; as your many other poems so admirably demonstrate even harsh Winter can be beautiful beyond reproach! Always enjoy your poetry, Patricia. Tonight, when I take my first break, I will read a little more. Your friend, Patricia. :) john Patricia Cresswell October 27, 2017 at 9:40 AM Hi J ohn, how was your shift. I guess it is true about beauty in the eye of the beholder. Thank you for reading my work and commenting. How are you doing with your poems are they still giving you trouble? Just like children sometimes.

Runping Chen October 27, 2017 at 7:45 AM I can feel time among the words and between the lines. Falling is like a quiet noise in the poet's heart. Nonetheless, Spring is uplifting. A very nice piece. Patricia Cresswell October 27, 2017 at 9:47 AM Thank you Runping Chen. for reading and leaving your thoughts about my work. I am looking forward to your next piece.

Russell Sivey October 27, 2017 at 4:26 AM Beautiful, I love the allusions between life and the desire to leave Autumn to brighter days of Spring! I surely enjoyed reading this tremendous poem here this morning! You have impressed me beyond all delight by your incredible piece! What a remarkable write my friend! Great Work!! Patricia Cresswell October 27, 2017 at 9:51 AM It was just a short time of wanting to leave. I am afraid this year is quite different from others as my mobility is very restricted and winter here gives no quarter. Thank you for stopping by I look forward to your thoughts on my work.