In the Middle of This Autumn

pushing upward

Beaconsfield, Quebec — Photo by Jonathan Potter ⓒ 2024

In the middle of this autumn
that has eased its way into
my humming summer, I will
hold onto my inner springtime
and continue this absurd but
sweet work as best I can.

Like the sunrise I too arise
to ease these lines into life
to let the colours of dawn
stream from my faltering fingers
tapping these keys as the coffee
stirs my blundering brain,

blundering into obstacles
but nonetheless pressing on, 
taking a deep breath with the sky,
feeling my bare feet on the floor,
seeing these purple hues emerge
from within and without.

The colours are unnamable
but our task is to name them
or at least to keep trying:
amber-washed, golden-smeared, peach-plunged, 
pink silken-fingered wedding dress,
violet … violet.

---