Promène

An early poem, inspired by Victoria Magazine.

September’s verdant view:

light translucent through the

still green and

sun-fire-lit leaves;

country paths followed

in search of my wildflower wish,

out of sun-playful days

into the cool.

Fruit swells sweet,

where mellowed heat

now tends to summer’s garden,

and apple-smooth tendrils of

bottle-green vine

climb to shadow…

Out of my window,

I watch the skylarks dive

and feed on ruby stead.

In fields,

we climb the slopes

of black-eyed susans

and render back

those oft-loved autumn days,

where song of summer’s heart

still lingers.

Emily Isaacson