all hail the white king

09/25/2009

a tug of war has begun
flags of autumn’s foliage wave
gains made and then lost
mud churned and solidified
crystals melt and star back
windows open and close
allowing the flow of the battle
to waft in like gunsmoke
exchanged for the sent
of rotting leaves
knowing white death comes
to summer’s gay deity
arbitrated by autumnal wait
serving the iron winter silence

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6 Responses to “all hail the white king”

  1. Lovely imagery, but… well, I like autumn. No one else seems to, but it’s probably my favorite time of year. πŸ™‚ So many melancholy emotions in the world!

    • Vic said

      I like fall too, but it seems to always be a transition stage for me… thus the poem. Thanks for your thoughts!

  2. Oooh, excellent analogy here Vic about the battle of seasonal transition. Wonderfully done. You have such a gift with visuals! I truly enjoyed this read.

    • Vic said

      Thanks, Kat. The weather around here has been fun, with a real hot and cold tug of war. Appreciate your kind words, as always.

  3. Tel said

    Very nice! I like the visual imagery you’ve captured between fall and winter. Or…maybe in NY it’s summer straight into winter. πŸ™‚

    • Vic said

      Seeing as how in the city we have little fall foliage, the only reminders that fall exists (while staying in the city) are the arrival of football and back to school commercials on TV. One day you’ll be wearing shorts and the next a jacket; just like that.

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