Withering ~ Triquain



Withering
from August’s paintbrush of
burnt umber, flowers surrender to
their garden fainting couch where dry leaves will comfort
them until winter’s chill seals them to
the slumbering breast of
promised spring.
  

Comments

Kathryn Dyche said…
My favorite time of year . . . loving the couch element in this.
Grace said…
I love the seasonal take in your triquain -Fainting couch is good ~
kaykuala said…
That is how it is going to be. Protected for the time being to be resurrected later nice and beautiful! True in many other instances too! Good lines Susie!

Hank
avalon said…
love the fainting couch. No home [ or garden ] should be without one :-)
And yes, glad you already placed a kernel of hope in your lines to sustain us as part of nature, through the cold and wet and grey of winter that is our lot.
Actually, why do we put up with it? I want my fainting couch somewhere warm.
Susan said…
Love flowers under leaves sealed to the "breast of promised spring." These are exactly the layers that make soil so rich. These are perfect images.
brudberg said…
This time of the year provides an element of rest.. i love that.. just like the flowers.. on other planes there are an intensity that's growing.
Jazzbumpa said…
Beautifully done.

Cheers!
JZB
Margaret said…
slumbering breast - love the whole moody piece! (just checking - did you get my comment on Sunday's poem? I'm not always able to post and some of my comments have been going to spam)
Magaly Guerrero said…
This is a song for the seasons. Love the colors, the sounds, the continuity and the hope painted by each word that reminds us of the Circle of Life!
Sherry Blue Sky said…
Another cycle. I, too, like the reference to the fainting couch. I NEED one of those, I think!
Kerry O'Connor said…
This form is perfect for your exploration of season's transition.
Unknown said…
Never has the natural cycle of composting sounded so sensual and attractive.
Marian said…
yeah, i think i could use a fainting couch this season :)