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.


Lynn Bruce said...

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

Anonymous said...

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

Leslie Noelani Laurio said...

Very nice!!

Owl of the Desert said...

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

Unknown said...

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

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Laura Kathryn said...

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

Anonymous 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. :-)