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Sundays in Autumn


art and poetry by Carmen H Gray

Sundays in Autumn

Sundays in Autumn are alive

In and amongst the decay

The burnished rust revealing

That even an exquisite crown

Moves from its gilded beginnings

To evidence of archaic vulnerable venerability

All this I see with a deep inhale and an exhilarating sigh

That great oak, grande dame, standing

Gazing back at me

Telling me these truths

That’s what Sundays in Autumn are for

letting go, nature

Now No More


“For the sake of some things
 That be now no more
I will strew rushes on my chamber-floor, I will plant bergamot at my kitchen door.”

-from Rosemary, by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Now No More

by Carmen H Gray

Putting things to rest

Set aside, motionless

Strike a match, be done at last

A trinity twined from the past

The glow from the flame intensifies

And all lost things, all broken ties

Let loose into the void to fill

It up again when it will

Raven dark and softly unfurled

Greetings to the crimson world

All the scenes now no more

March on quietly, evermore



It is important to revisit places and books because their meaning changes with the reconstruction of you.  Often you catch a different essence of a character or a place further down the road of life.

Yesterday afternoon I went on a walk that I’ve been on over several hundred times.  I felt a sense of awakening by the autumnal colors surrounding me: copper leaves juxtaposed with verdant green along with the ubiquitous gilded hues.  The last time I’d walked this path was when the air was warm and still. The trees were lush and green and I was trying to breathe in the yet undecayed-ness of it all.  There is grace in the slow departure into winter-the letting go, hibernation, dissolution.  As I teach my students, everything has a cycle-the moon, the water, life.  Be present while living around and within them.