Poems Without a Book: ‘Harvest Time’

Oct 21, 2012 by


Leaves & Light | barboursville park | westvirginiaville.com photo | oct 2012

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It serves no fruitful purpose to wax melancholic in your late middle years as rust-colored leaves drop, one by one by one by one, from the sycamores, the oaks and maples, and whatnot trees on this cold October morning. For they will drop regardless. Have been dropping, if you think about it, these ten thousand million Autumns, here on Earth. And still the leaves flutter, skid, flip and land. The forest floor turns crunchy just like corn flakes. Or — more maudlin view — like brittle, snapping bones.

We look, those of this latest generation to lose its youth, to gaze uncertain and alarmed, at the sulfurous field ahead of older age. We peer for metaphor and message in the mirror of the world, after awaking from last night’s other mirror world of dream (unreliable narrator itself of the true plot of your life). Hence, I turn my eyes up in the air, as leaves come tumbling, tracing trajectories, trying to enjoy the watercolor rainstorm. For what it is.

Choosing instead just to call it Autumn, not my life. This seems more useful than to start another trudge into another day, heavy black-wool sack stuffed with trepidation, at my heels. Listening tuned, instead, to the crunch-crunch of my feet below.

The morning air, when drunk, is cool and clean, like bone-dry chardonnay, cold glass beaded by sweat. Whose taste recalls a slice of Bosc pear, maybe sunlight (which can be smelled, you know). And, too, the aroma, like turned soil and ozonated rain, of these littered leaves sparking through the breakfast air. This year’s bountiful harvest of October’s chronology.

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From “Poems Without a Book”
by Douglas Imbrogno

Leaf in Hand | barboursville park | westvirginiaville.com photo | oct 2012

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  1. You need a book. :) This is beautiful.

  2. It would be nice if we had a holiday called “Jump in a Pile of Leaves Day”.

  3. admin

    Now THAT’S a holiday I could get behind. Only, within a year or two, Jump In a Pile of Leaves Day holiday lights would appear in stores, along with official Jump in a Pile of Leaves Day Launching Pad, and a line of padded ‘safety-wear’ for jumping in piles of leaves. Plus, discount packages for uploading your Jump in a Pile of Leaves Day photos to social media sites, using special Jump in a Pile of Leaves Day Instagram filters.

    I think I miss growing up in the ’60s, when all it took was a pile of leaves to entertain. Or the woods and a tree fallen over a creek. The original Playstation.