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Dancer in Autumn
by Delilah CoyneGray autumn sky hangs dampened overhead
while leaves of orange and red flurry,
hurried by the insistent October wind.
In the crisp, brown garden,
brightened only by the happy yellow of chrysanthemums,
she dances amidst the wind-swirled leaves.
A pink chiffon ballerina,
her grace and softness
stark against the harvest-hardened stage.
Her smooth finesse taunts the wind,
so hectic, as it stumbles past
in its haste to carry winter closer.
She is Spring! -life in this dying season.
09/13/2006 Posted on 09/13/2006
Copyright © 2024 Delilah Coyne
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/13/06 at 04:33 PM Poignant reflection of Autumn, and quite novel in expressing Spring as a dancer in this dying season, as her seed is sown for the next return. Kudos! |
| Posted by Peter Humphreys on 09/18/06 at 11:09 AM I agree completely with Chris. This is a beautiful poem and the concept of life in death and new beginnings in the untidy and gathering coolness of Autumn is just wonderful. A favourite for me without any doubt. |
| Posted by Roger J Kenyon on 02/18/11 at 05:59 AM This fine, poem says it all to me bieng an outdorr person by nature.Thank you Delilah Coyne. |
| Posted by Roger J Kenyon on 02/18/11 at 06:02 AM Sorry, I am tired and I messed up the other comment. Hmm. This fine poem says it all,me being an outdoor person by nature. Thank you Delilah Coyne.
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