September 9, 2005

Fall Dawn

by Fa-So-La-La

I have seen this light before--
An old friend, unfamiliar and returning.
Startled, half-embarrassed as he makes the introduction--
"I am Fall."

Yes, I think, it is him-- there,
The very way he used to slip around my senses;
That must be him, none other could learn the trick.
He hasn't changed much.

No, he has not-- and seeing him,
Unchanged, returning, I remember many things;
Half-memories gleefully pelting my head with rocks
Like giggling children on a balcony.

Not memories, really-- more,
The feeling that I am in the presence of the ages.
Looking through the eyes, breathing the air, echoing the footsteps
Of the multitudes who have stood here

In Fall.

10 comments:

Queen Shenaynay said...

It's lovely! Keep writing, Miss B. I love your poems.

Eugene said...

Ah...someone who shares my enthusiasm for Fall. Or atleast enough to write a poem about it.

Tim's Mom said...

Very nice!!

Owl of the Desert said...

You have a way with words, FSLL. I love it.

nate said...

Found your blog and I and certainly say its a breath of fresh air to read.

X-ON Designer said...

Nice.

multifarious said...

That's really pretty C.
Fall inspires one to literary greatness doesn't it?

Trogger said...

Beautiful! I love your poems.

Tim said...

I just read this for a second time and enjoyed it very much. Ditto owl in the desert.

fa-so-la-la said...

Thank y'all so much! It's lovely to read your kind comments, and more especially so because I can never see the worth of any of my own things for the flaws. It inspires me to write more when people confirm that I am *not* cluttering the paper of the world with trash. :-)