Surrender In November
The leaf came down
it came down
it came down
from heights of thinnest twig
a fated swan
a fated swan
in youth she bloomed unfurled from sprig
vibrant with green esprit of Spring
supple her strength to weather storms
her skin bedewed despite the leather-drying-sun
anchored she sailed the winds 'til
she let go
she let go
she let go
— surrender in November
a Fall star dimmed on season’s stage
a fallen star in dizzy whimsy whirl
Autumn’s strawberry-blonde
a flash of fame while colored flame
but dead to a maple tree
who needs her no longer to win aging’s game
though she loses her dew
she’s alive to herself
as she muses with stream-song chanteuses
she’s alive to herself
while baring the bruises she chooses
she’s alive to herself
accepting her fate to crinkle and crepe
she’s alive to herself
—and I am alive to myself
Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2024
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