Seasons Change.

"Amber leaves
tumble from octopus limbs-"

I just smiled with delight at this line, and to think it was the opening! It made me awww....such an innocent picture that makes me imagine young birds ready to fly from their nest. Stirring words.

"as fire gallops onto kerosene pavements,
alongside the death of empyrean skies-
wakening a rustic dusk fall,
silencing remnants of summer days,
undressing autumn."

Love that word "kerosene" is sophisticated and explosive in my mind.

This was so divine, it just made me gasp again! The last line is perfect, two words that melt the heart with pleasure of the thought. What a way to describe the season.

"autumn hibernates,
saluting the chilled sun-
as fingertips become amputated-
now comatose from winter's arctic caress,
frosted scarf of powder
dresses naked figures. "

Okay, these words were incredibly unique to place here, each creating a new spark I would have never thought of-

The thought of autumn saluting the sun (chilling sun is quite tempting, the contradiction yet beauty is amazing) is very adorable in my eyes.

The rest was thoughtfully tied in and could not have been more descriptive if you tried. It was the perfect amount to satisfy, I feel this piece is so fragile and enjoyable, I just have to read again.

I think now what is so pleasurable is the way you chose your words and how you place two together that may seem incongruent but have an attraction of some sort. If that makes sense. It's effective, the way you use them.

What a clever mind, you made my night with this one, I can still taste it on my tongue, the ink...it runs very deep.

Thanks for penning dear!

MaryAnne

"Summer days/undressing autumn." Just lovely. I liked it in the contest, and it's still a treat to read. I also liked the concept of tree limbs like an octopus. It was a nice fresh image!

Ha, I remember this worthy poem from the contest. I feel it is one of the best ones submitted. There is colour, there is life, there is emotion. There is the strange and sensual notion of nature getting dressed and undressed- though this has been done before, I felt the way you structured the piece to highlight it was unique.
My only critique is that you've crammed a few too many metaphors in there. Each of them are effective, but there are so many different ones that it enforces a sort of...masking effect, if you know what I mean. (But I understand how tempting it is, as a poet, to look at the wonder of nature and to personify it in every way.)
Still, a very nice poem. Congratulations on coming runner up in a very tight contest. Hope to see your lovely works in the next one.

abby

"wakening a rustic dusk fall,
silencing remnants of summer days,
undressing autumn."
the annually
willing......

Well-Done
So Thoughtful...'-)

Amber leaves
tumble from octopus limbs-
as fire gallops onto kerosene pavements,
alongside the death of empyrean skies-

That is such a vivid picture of the sky and its
atmosphere you have painted...very nice!

wakening a rustic dusk fall,
silencing remnants of summer days,
undressing autumn.

THis is another part I like on how you have described the beginning of autumn..beautiful picture!