Exalted in Scarlet

The wind acts as herald,
as sharp as the sound of a hand clap
calling you to pay attention,
because the procession is about to begin.

Summer enjoys a few last tumbles,
as Autumn promenades onward
to the sound of cricket minstrels.

The swish of Autumn’s robes
is heard in the rustling of the leaves,
who have donned their festival colors
in honor of its arrival.

Autumn waves starlight trimmed sleeves
while the nights grow longer
and nature's din dims to
sighs and susurrations.

I can't help slowing down too,
swept up in the pageantry
of Autumn's regal progression.



Song Choice: Kamigama-Sama from Spirited Away



43 comments:

  1. Autumn sweeps on apace - you have captured it well.

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  2. I love the way you have had Autumn take the centre stage.

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    1. That's the way it feels to me, when each season takes their turn to let their nature shine.

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  3. First, I adore the title. And I love the way you've presented Autumn, so majestic, so rich, so alive... I bet summer is not even feeling too bad about giving the spotlight to this beauty.

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    1. I adore each season as it comes. Summer is a brash beauty but Autumn likes a bit of pomp and circumstance.

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    1. I was happy when I came up with that image too.

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  5. Autumn captures the importance of Now. Right?

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    1. I think stepping back to admire the unique and defining beauty of each season helps us appreciate the now - no matter which particular "now" we find ourselves in.

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  6. My favorite season ~~ I enjoyed your poem.

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    1. There is so much inspiration to be found in Autumn.

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  7. I love that title, Rommy: Exalted in Scarlet. I also like the way you have personified autumn as a regal figure with the wind as herald.
    And what beautiful lnes:
    'Autumn waves starlight trimmed sleeves
    while the nights grow longer'.

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    1. Autumn has always felt like nobility of a sort. There's something very dignified about it, as well as beautiful.

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  8. The title just pull me in, like being invited to dance with the leaves. There is a joy of decay that shines through... wonderful work

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    1. Yes, there's absolutely a hint of that decay in the slowing down. It's almost ghostly, which is probably why I chose the song I did to accompany it.

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  9. Oh, this is gorgeous! I just love the sounds.

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  10. Whistles!! 💖💖 This is absolutely gorgeous writing, Rommy 😍 sigh there is just so much to love here 😀 I especially adore the images of "Autumn waves starlight trimmed sleeves while the nights grow longer and nature's din dims to sighs and susurrations." Beautifully executed. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support 💖💖

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  11. What some beautiful expressions in this glorious poem Rommy...'swish of autumns robes' and 'natures din dims to sighs and sussurations'. I really loved it.

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    1. I really wanted the auditory component of the changing of the season to come through. I'm so glad it worked.

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  12. You have made Autumn so regal, a real Queen. You have extolled her richness, her beauty, her entreaty to slow down. Fantastic write!

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    1. Royalty was the first image that came to mind when I pictured autumn.

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  13. setting the stage - the handing off of to another season. Lovely.

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  14. "Pagentry" an excellent methaphor for autumn splendor

    mine is here

    much love...

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  15. I especially love your closing line, "pageantry of Autumn's regal procession."

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    1. I really wanted it to have a celebratory feel

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  16. So gorgeous, regal as autumn truly is...love your title...

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  17. it is hard to pick a favourite image - they are all majestic, magical and marvellous

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    1. I'm glad I was able to create so many memorable images.

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  18. I love reading this stanza aloud over and over:
    Autumn waves starlight trimmed sleeves
    while the nights grow longer
    and nature's din dims to
    sighs and susurrations.

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    1. I am so glad it was such a memorable stanza.

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  19. I really enjoyed this poem "and nature's din dims to sighs and serrations" and so the season does with us as well,,well done :-)

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  20. Graceful and magnificent autumn with robes swishing. What a treat! "I can't help slowing down too," isn't just amazing how nature dictates our rhythm. Lovely poem, Rommy.

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    1. I find, especially as I get older, how profoundly each season impacts me.

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