Autumn's Mercy, a Poem

For Ted, Autumn’s Mercy

September comes softly,

more gentle than the steamy and sultry

days of August,

a harbinger of Autumn’s mercy,

when the windows fling open, once again,

to welcome the invigorating, brisk wind

laden with hints of earth and red delicious,

as if in competition with the barmbrack

fresh from the oven.

The barn cats,

having slept away their summer

basking in the rays of a golden sun,

soon will spend their days

pouncing on field mice

scurrying amongst the dahlias,

and chasing fluttering, amber jewels

that crinkle under the weight

of a spirited and frisky paw.

I, too, welcome my own Autumn,

embracing the refreshing ardor

blown in along with Cupid’s arrow,

which has pierced my timeworn heart

and left it beating with renewed vigor,

a devotion so strong, it eases the mind

and softens the sorrows of the past,

no longer wilting under stifling oppression,

a casualty of scorched earth.

Before flying south, the birds unite once more,

their melody a praise of fortitude.

Hand in hand with my one true love,

I turn my face to the sun

with the constancy of summer’s sunflower,

blissful and content with my heart’s desire,

mo anam cara,

my journey begins anew with you

and promises of better days.

Julie Plott Counihan

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Autumn’s Mercy, a Poem