The Departing Green

Heavy eyed I sit and stare at the departing green,

Silence has fallen across summer, hushed it`s warming woven beam.

Nature with a finger to mouth lowers the birds to a quieter tone,

Exhaustion covers the window world, branches lose their blankets curled.

Winter is approaching with all her snap and bite,

To shorten the humming day, reclaim the shrieking night.

Goodbye to the blooming of colour and bud,

Make way for Jack and his frozen mud,

He sits waiting with his long fingers over the orange hill,

Behind the red house, the leafy summer twilight chill.

Clouds pour their buckets of sea and salty mist, sipping the earth,

Tapping the mouthing fish,

Hammer heavy, angry as a clenched black fist, they roll from pillar to post.

Cats will cry the whining night, cursing they shall tip and toe the stone earth,

Longing for warm tarmac prowls, flashing glances, slit eyed scowls.

And we the fat and few will sit perched fatter and fewer as the clasp of the winter cup

Sips our leather skin to pale and ghost.

Pending our ruby cheeks, valley lips and ash fingers, we await the scurry of hurried days.

Heater burning bath and bubbling blaze, bulb beige light for always days, Smokey breath of winter haze, summer birds retreat to flight, farewell until the return of never night.

Until then I shall sit and cherish, cherish the departing green.

 

 

Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.

 

 

 

20 thoughts on “The Departing Green

  1. Thank you! I may have been a bit pre-emptive with my timing but I am certainly noticing the change in the seasons here in the UK, not here yet but definitely on the way in.

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  2. What a lovely poem! Your descriptions are right on…weaving their way into your mind and giving such a clear view. Thanks so much for stopping by my place…and enjoy the entering autumn in the UK. Cooler nights here in Kansas, so there is hope!

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  3. Charlie my pal, you’ve excelled yourself ! You’re increasingly not looking but seeing, as a poet, everything. To be able to write with such beauty about anything, is essential for the future plans you mentioned to me. To read of the coming winter in the Hasler style is a very special treat.

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  4. That was so beautiful, I highly enjoyed it! I have a deep affection for the color green so this poem spoke to me a lot. Even if winter’s not coming yet, fall is definitely on its way and this poem captures how I feel about it. Thank you!

    Also, thank you for reading my latest poem!

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