Flaming Burning Dancer

by John Long   Nov 2, 2007


Flaming red hair, burning, yearning.
A vibrant dress of colors that
Haunt and tease,
Taunt and please,
Revealing long cool limbs
Swaying and beckoning
In the breeze.

She blows a kiss to summer
Who collects his beach ball
And heads for home.
Now Jack Frost and Old man winter
Are in the audience and
She bends for them,
Sighs for them.

She dances slowly and sheds
Every lingering shimmering garment
Under their icy stare,
Lets everything Fall.
But when they clamor for more,
Autumn leaves.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Sungrl And Mrs Whatsit

    "Lets everything Fall."........"Autumn leaves."......
    well, as they say...LOL...and more....love it..

    The seasons know how to dare to be here now...
    ah..the sacred year....the teacher who hides in plain sight....metaphors abound....

  • 11 years ago

    by AJ Irving

    That was great 5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by Lucy Vandenberg

    Beautifully written with sensual over tones and a sense of how in touch you are in your appreciation of nature. so very good.

  • 12 years ago

    by Dixiedaisy

    John,
    I can't pick one favorite stanza, I loved them all. This painted the beautiful picture of the intense beauty of Autumn. This was a very captivating poem, truly a masterpiece. I will add this to my favorites, so I will have quick reference to it often. As weird as it may seem, it paints a sensual, strong, taboo feeling of the changing of the seasons, everything we may have perceived about the season was re-written with elegance. Absolutely Amazing. 5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by Corinne

    She blows a kiss to summer
    Who collects his beach ball
    And heads for home.

    Lovely personification and lovely poem :-)