Poem: ‘The Return’

Personification of Autumn (Currier & Ives lith...

Personification of Autumn (Currier & Ives lithograph, 1871) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

She was sat
on the old porch, a piece
of me I’d left
behind
in some spring
long ago. I knew it
in an instant, as
soon as she looked upβ€”
our minds dovetailing as if
nothing had happened
in those draining,
intervening years. A part
of me wanted
to leave,
to move on and deny
what my heart was insisting, but
the spark was still there,
some sweet, indefinable
thing.

She tapped
the space beside her and
I sat down
on the creaking pinewood. The air was
still,
a low September sun
buttering the track
in front of us
and the turning trees
all around us
and the pale skin
of her arms, her legs,
and that gentle,
dappled face.

“Do you remember
when we were spring?”

I nodded, watching
her lips break
into that dimpled smile. In
her eyes I saw again
the boats
and the blossom,
like promises, journeys
only taken in our minds

poem Β© copyright David F. Barker 2012

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34 thoughts on “Poem: ‘The Return’

  1. wow..what an encounter…love the lips breaking into that dimpled smile…can really see it…do you remember when we were spring…tightly penned emotions…

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  2. Beautiful…I love the imagery in this & “like promises, journeys
    only taken in our minds” …captures the feelings of nostalgia so well .. πŸ™‚

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  3. Really enjoyed the graceful flow of this piece and the imagery of:

    a low September sun
    buttering the track
    in front of us
    and the turning trees
    all around us

    Beautiful write.

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  4. our minds dovetailing as if
    nothing had happened
    in those draining,
    intervening years.

    Bravo! Simply stunning.

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  5. David, I love this – it’s one I can relate to: The autumn of where we find ourselves now. (How fast the years flew by….) And that spark of spring that still shines in our eyes and memories, of a love from long ago.

    And I love your imagery – the

    “…low September sun
    buttering the track
    in front of us”

    is delightful!!

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  6. Great metaphor of a relationship as seasons.

    I love the air as “a low September sun
    buttering the track
    in front of us”

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  7. Such special treasures are friends who greet autumn with us just as warmly as they exuberantly danced in the meadows of our springtimes with us.

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