(Grandmother) Sun’s Departure

sun’s edge carefully dulled
as if it had lost its twang;
and though she refuses politely,
she gets tangled, caught
in autumn’s dark gray cotton candy,
shooting strings of wetness
upon trees and heads alike.

we all can only hope
that these rich drops
are our dear old friend’s parting tears
as she packs her bags for the season –
and not
incontinence issues.

… a somewhat quirky poem written for dVerse’s Open Link Night – let’s go grab a drink at the bar!

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photo credits: fineartamerica.com

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23 thoughts on “(Grandmother) Sun’s Departure

  1. smiles…nice tribute to the passing of the season….the last line made me chuckle pretty good….cold, wet and foggy here this morning and tonight as well….so i am hoping it tears…smiles.

  2. I like the slide into slapstick at the end–or perhaps wry humor would say it better–anyway, you left me chortling, yet the innate sense of seasons inexorably aging and passing and the cotton candy still strike a serious and real note. Enjoyed this much.

  3. Ha, that last line totally threw me off – made me laugh! Lovvvve the imagery of the sun losing its twang. Well written.

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