This morning
in the rain-streaked golden light
a butterfly was dancing,
wing-tips spilling sunlight
into the citrus sting of bitter-sweet
rippling along the jet stream.
Did it sense the fragrance
still wafting from the open greenhouse
door, that heady scent of leaf and fruit?
The swallows have left already,
waved farewell to summer’s short sojourn,
swooping to the edge of day, the wind
rising now at dawn. But what is left is this:
nights of stars, an orange glow,
the slow drift of firewood smoke –
and the music playing inside of us,
fierce enough to fade, stir again.



Copyright 2012 Louise Hastings

14 thoughts on “Bittersweet

  1. It’s titled “Bittersweet,” but hope is in this piece, Louise. The knowledge that summer (or its spiritual equivalent) will return and there is beauty in the coming of fall, you’ve captured in those last lines..”the music playing inside of us,
    fierce enough to fade, stir again.”
    Pure and lovely, my dear! 🙂 xox

    • Thank you dear Joe! I always feel melancholy when summer is over, but there’s lots to look forward to…so pleased you enjoyed this one *huge hugs* 🙂 xxx

  2. Lovely & warm as a small fire at autumn evening. The shades of season & wafting smell are wonderfully captured. Specially the last two lines…”and the music playing inside of us/ fierce enough to fade, stir again. Very enjoyable indeed!!!

  3. Lovely poem blessed with hope, Louise ~ written in your own special way. Like Joe, I felt the beautiful death of life so strongly & an unshakable faith that ‘life’ will come again 🙂

  4. You captured autumn so well; though it’s a season tinged with melancholy, there is much beauty to be found as well, and you nail that here. Lovely.

  5. Beautiful, fills me with the yearning I have felt since childhood when contemplating nature’s offerings. A ‘beautiful hopelessness’ were my ten year old’s attempts at naming the feeling that defied being named… But now my naming of that yearning is more hopeful and has more of your sense of feeling the deep slipping away of death/dark/winter as being a necessity that holds within it a promise of unknown beginnings.

    • Thank you, Amanda! A beautiful hopelessness….that sums the feeling up very well…I always have a sense of melancholy about the end of summer, but autumn is a beautiful season, isn’t it? 🙂

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