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A sense of endings

"On a smoke gray afternoon 
in October, 
we sat on the porch, 
wrapped in sweaters 
against the stiff little wind 
out of the east. 

Soon it would bring rain; 
you could smell it coming, 
and there would be a big wind, 
because it was born in the east 
where all the changes get started. 

It would be the end of the lingering, 
muted colors  
and probably the end of the long sweet fall. 

Already we lit the fire earlier, 
and came in out of the purpling twilight 
ready for heat and drinks and hot food. 

But on this afternoon, 
the sense of endings was powerful, 
and we shivered on the porch longer than we might have otherwise."

Ann Rivers Siddons


Phyllis said...

Beautiful poetry. I think Ann Rivers Siddon lives in Charleston, SC if I remember correctly. I am trying to remember her fiction.

Pat said...

yes. a southern writer. i first discovered her on vacation one summer and the book was 'colony' -- one of those perfect summer books that you just fall into.....

Deb G said...

Wow, that captures yesterday perfectly for me!

patstudio said...

glad you liked it, deb. isn't if fun to find quotes that say exactly what you mean or think but haven't formed the phrase.

Julie said...

I love Anne Rivers Siddons' novels and was delighted to learn that this poem was by her.

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