Autumn is
a graceful death,
a time to wait
when kissed by frost
maple-leaves ablaze
will bronze, let go
and sighing, slowly
fall.
They fall,
they fall, form piles,
delicately passed
deceased
they decompose
to soil
for acorn, sapling, oak
in spring sometimes
to come.
Today Punam hosts at dVerse and we write poetry on fall.
September 24, 2024
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Wonderful anthem to autumn Björn! You captured with such precise imagery the experiences of fall’s arrival. Well done!
Thank you, I always feel sorrowful in autumn because I know what’s to come.
Yes, what is to come…sigh!
You captured all that fall signifies so well. Good to read your words again, Björn.
Thank you… it is good to write again.
You are so welcome.
This is absolutely stunning, Bjorn! 💙 I especially admire this part;
“a time to wait
when kissed by frost
maple-leaves ablaze
will bronze,”
Yes!
This is fall to me.. it’s amazing what the first night of frost may do.
A delightful autumn poem, Björn. We have both written about leaves blazing, which is what autumn is about. I love the idea that autumn is ‘a graceful death’ and that maple leave bronze ‘when kissed by frost’.
Autumn to me is wonderful… but there is part of it that is like death.
It is the slow death before Earth’s winter interment.
Blazes, bronzed and fallen.
Beauty, beautifully penned. Thanks, Bjorn.
Ablaze is that it is.
The utter power of stark, bare simplicity, though of course anything but….the final blaze of glory and in that the rebirth..beautiful, yes, but beauty is not the message here. Wonderful verse.
Thank you… one has to find the magic also in fall.
Such a soulful poem, Björn.
much♡love
love those first maples to turn. The walnuts usually lose their leaves first here, but not with the flame of the maples. And your looking to some future springtime is as brilliant as the leaves
Nicely done poem about the autumn season.
Beautifully written Björn
Love those first two lines.
I love the cycle of life that you describe so well. Our winters are very mild compared to yours, so I guess Autumn isn’t such a harbinger of feeling shut down.
they fall, they fall … (and how beautifully!)
loved the circle of life in these stanzas and how you captured the sound of Fall like an outward breath, a sigh
A graceful death in autumn to rebirth in the spring ~~ a beautiful poem, Bjorn.
Like Laura, I appreciate the hope for next year’s life, Björn…
In that compost of decomposition the shoots will spring. Not too long to wait.
The gift that keeps on giving ☺️
the alliteration is very effective in conveying that sense of falling ~
“Autumn is
a graceful death,
a time to wait”
So true and beautiful. 🙂
This is beautiful, Bjorn. I like your use of the word fall.
“a graceful death” – a great way to put it, and so true, too
You have put it so beautifully. ‘A graceful death.’ Death is a birth into a new form.
The idea that death is not in vain and that there is life after death are comforting thoughts.
Such a beautiful rhythm to this, as well as the descriptions of autumn!