Saturday, October 20, 2018

Soon It Will be Knocking

                                           Soon it will be knocking at my garden gate   
                                           It fills me with grief that has no name
                                           The remaining marigolds stands so straight
                                           Their brilliant orange warms them like a flame

                                           Bathed in the clear light of an autumn sky
                                           The lovely dahlias they too, will soon go
                                           When the evening comes and the winds die
                                           Oh if only there were an aftermath glow

                                           Pretty morning glories will close for good
                                           As the ice crystals cover each tiny stem
                                           The berries are already red on the dogwood
                                           As they welcome the little squirrels in

                                           Pretty flowers that have dotted the land so bold
                                           Will bow and make a grand exit like the rose
                                           As autumn's shadows turn to winter's cold
                                           My oh my how swift this beautiful season goes

                                           Though it may seem sad when all is gone
                                           And old Jack Frost covers instead of dew
                                           So much beauty known is yet to be shown
                                           When the spring returns and all is brand new

                                                © Susie Swanson, 2018

We're expecting our first freeze of the season tonight and tomorrow night. Y'all stay warm and have a nice weekend.  Blessings, Susie


  1. I very much enjoyed your poem. Tonight there is a freeze warning here too. I hope you have a pleasant Sunday. God bless you.

  2. Susie, Your poem is so right. I love it , it is fitting our area the past few days. We had a mix of everything today. I have not had near enough nice days to sit on the porch. There was a long spell where the biting no see'ems would not allow us to sit out. At least the frost kind of kills those things off. Hope you are having good days Susie, I pray for you. You are a tough person, raised to never give up. Love you. Blessings, xoxo, Susie

  3. Lovely poem. I'm not quite ready for the cold temperatures yet, but I guess they will come whether I'm ready or not. Wishing you a happy Sunday!

  4. I sort of hate to think about it, too. Winter is not my favorite time. But I do love some of it! And change is often good. Love you, my friend!

  5. I liked your poem, Susie, and especially those frosty red roses. It's still Autumn here, but getting chilly in the mornings and time to wear warm sweaters. Stay warm and bundle up, dear friend.

    love, ~Sheri