On a Late Autumn Day

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Teil Duncan

There is a beauty
in the late autumn day
gone brilliant in sunlight
the trees all harvested
of colorful leaves

their limbs white
untanned by summer
like sun`blocked bathers
and in many crotches
remains of nests

long since flown
On chest`high trunks
carved initials of lovers
who once kissed here
before the snows

chilled their love
and discontentment
took residence in lives
too busy at fecundity
to consider grace

“I have spent my life watching, not to see beyond the world,
merely to see, great mystery, what is plainly before my eyes.
I think the concept of transcendence is based on a misreading
of creation. With all respect to heaven, the scene of the miracle
is here, among us.” ~ Marilynne Robinson


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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3 Responses to On a Late Autumn Day

  1. amusingly irreverent

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Cheryl Ruffing says:

    I can relate all too well to those white limbs.


  3. Perhaps if one is not content in a life without purpose, discontent will be a natural phenomenon as God’s demonstration of death and dying fills the very air.


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