Fall-Blooming
Amy Lynn Hardy
Autumn grips me like
nostalgia
like a memory of
a past life
I can remember
vaguely
It’s in the wind’s scent
sweet aroma of decay,
smoke and wet earth
potential energy of winter
in each gust
in the bittersweetness of
righteous, bursting colors
gold forsythia, fiery purple dogwood
jeweled orange sugar Maples that
defy logic—
that are gloriously
dying
in the fleeting spectacle
of a leaf
an ephemeral display
of surrender
parched souls
fluttering down
in the grief
that it’s too late to
turn back
and hold onto
days that glitter with
summer sunshine
A season transitions
Persephone retreats
to the Underworld
and I focus
on our magnificent nature,
because of,
(not in spite of)
stunning,
imminent death
Amy Lynn Hardy is an author of prose, poetry and screenplays. Her work has appeared in Insider, Buffalo Spree, Elephant Journal and upcoming in Huffington Post.