Burning Maple Leaves

by Peter Notehelfer
Nancy Eckels www.polyvore.com

Nancy Eckels     http://www.polyvore.com

He was burning maple leaves
just off the drive`way to his house
on the bluff overlooking the Sound
Raking the giant amber yellow red sheets
like symphonic manuscripts blown
from an old conductor’s podium
by his passionate wild baton 

The music going up in smoke
was the previous slow movement
during which the listener’s mind drifted
off toward distant memories of long nights
when sleep was a distraction from love
as the long drawn out viola strings
ran silken fingers over his skin

Up in the tall trees another
movement was already underway
The motif was lighter in the breezy air
as the blue smoke swirled up from below
the leaves danced in autumn sunlight
a soft percussive dance brushes
on a drum fingers through air

He was burning maple leaves
just off the drive`way to his house
on the bluff overlooking the Sound
He never saw me standing on the road
listening to the orchestra still playing
inhaling deeply autumn’s bitter`
sweet scent of passion spent

4 Comments to “Burning Maple Leaves”

  1. One can smell the leaves burning! A colorful scene!

    • It is remarkable that another year is rapidly moving through its seasons toward another autumn . . . Thanks for the kind words . . . Glad you liked the poem . . .

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