“Already the iron door of the north
Stanley Kunitz’s poem – the End of Summer
Clangs open: birds, leaves, snows
Order their populations forth,
And a cruel wind blows”
today we walk away from summer I dislike long goodbyes this though was still too brief an encounter - June melted hearts and July the tarmac so that brows became rimed with salt crystals in the weather-glass suddenly misted up - and along August's arable fringe scarlet pimpernels turned reclusive after much unseasonable maturity the ultimate departure of Aestas has arrived seaside holiday trains are withdrawn arriving on the platform now, school children uniformed and stampeding around in brown suitcases with travel labels already unsticking soon to be dusting themselves aloft I turn to see leaf and litter travelling up and down the windswept lines to elsewhere
first of Autumn’s poems to put in the Poetry Pantry
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The picture caught my eye first, love the colour and the structure, but the poem is absolutely lovely (too profane a word maybe). It perfectly describes the transition from summer into autumn, and your words gave me visuals to go with them.
thank you for your comment as was not sure about the image for a while – the photo had such a narrow DOF on seedheads waving in the breeze! School days crept in and a touch of nostalgia for the end of summer hols – I try to look forward too but have just noticed the poem ends with more looking back!
Love the title. There has to be an agitation when such huge changes are about to happen. “June melted hearts and July the tarmac”…Ha, summer is too summery sometimes 🙂
we Brits seem to complain whatever the weather – always sad to see summer depart though
ooops where did the comment go? Love this poem with the images of change seen everywhere.
it was crossing virtuality!
Ha! ‘June melted hearts and July the tarmac’. Also like the play on Brief Encounter, and station departures. And I love the image. It does have a sense of summer withdrawing.
the old romantic in me will out! thank you Tish for the photoart appreciation – used to have its own blog but have decided to add this bowstring here soon
Good combining methinks.
This is really a moving poem. It characterizes autumn so well. I always feel at the end of the summer that the encounter was too brief. No more holiday trains….and the leaves and litter blowing on their way to elsewhere makes me feel sad and lonely for what did not last long enough!
you picked up the feeling exactly Mary – we evidently have the same outlook 🙂
This departure is beautiful in its soft-edged images. I found this bit amazing: “so that brows became rimed with salt/crystals in the weather-glass/suddenly misted up”. There’s a sense of longing so tangible here, added with that closing which captures autumn in all its delight.
-HA
happy to hear that longing comes through here – something I feel deeply at this time of year – lovely feedback anmo – many thanks
“June melted hearts and July the tarmac”. Indeed it did. I love the image of the school children in motion. So suddenly, it is autumn.
I see the children as leaves blowing around – my school uniform was brown!
I do love how you describe the past of the summer of July melting the tarmac… somehow we seems to find it harder enjoying today than the past or the future… you describe the autumn so well here.
been a boiler and then a bit of a flop – thanks Bjorn – I must learn to love now more often 😉
This is incredibly evocative! 💜 I love the transition from “June melted hearts and July the tarmac” to “scarlet pimpernels turned reclusive”.. such gorgeous imagery here! Sigh.. I must admit Summer in my part of the world is unbearably humid and hot. Which is why I adore the arrival of Autumn.. 💜
Glad to hear this melted your hearts Sanaa 💜❣️And that you are cooler now 😎
Exquisite.
❤
I like the contrast between the slow pace of the summer and the frenetic activity of the fall.
It’s a refreshing change
Lovely evocation of both Summer and Autumn. I love your first two and last two lines in particular.
Thank you Rosemary – could almost work compressed thus!
What a beautiful nostalgic poem this is. It was an absolute delight to read.
High praise – thank you because that really is the aim of poetry
“along August’s arable fringe
scarlet pimpernels turned reclusive*”–very cool! I too hate long goodbyes, but I could sure use a few more hot days. I just hooked up an air conditioner! I like so much this phrase: “unseasonable maturity.” Another reinforcement for a goodbye tat is too too fast!
Yes like those flowers our August refused to open up the clouds much except to rain sometimes – hence Autumn started to nudge in on the unseasonable maturity brought by baking July
The chaos of change.. wonderful! And scarlet pimpernal delightfully reminded me of a novel we read in school!!!!
He used that flower as his calling card
Beautiful soft words and images of the passing of summer Laura. There is a wonderful dreamlike quality to them which I enjoyed very much.
Ah, and then the children uniformed and suitcased, bringing life to the coming of autumn.
Anna :o]
Oh thank you Anna – my Muse is nostalgic much of the time – am glad it came across softly
Love the descriptions of the seasons.
Thank you Vicki
all too brief indeed!! What beautiful words Laura, my feelings are with yours!!
We must try to make poetry with Autumn now!