Scales of the Dragon

Memories of an English Autumn

Moshe Forman
Jul 4 · 2 min read

Prompt: Write a poem that personifies a season.

Photos: vision webagency on Unsplash/ Negev Desert, Creative Commons

I sit, far away, on a dry desert rock,
remembering English autumns of long ago,
distant in time, distant in place,
from over my shoulder, a voice calls to dream.

The dull sun of those long summer days,
slipping away like a lover in the night,
Sylphs of the forest, fleeing the dragon of autumn,
scorched scales dropped on the soft peat floor.

Long since gone, those brown-clad days,
the earth covered with its dying leaf quilt,
rotting heat rising from its mouldering threads,
warming the soil against the cold winter’s bite.

Now I watch the Levantine autumn,
passing with the speed of a whirling cloak,
that the matador pulls before a raging bull,
the wadi’s deadly torrent sweeping all in its wake.

So go softly from me, summer memories of old,
release your soft embrace, with silent steps,
I plead, go away, so you can return once more,
after the desert wind calls, and like the sylphs, I flee.


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Moshe Forman

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When I’m not a poet, novelist, or writer of short stories, I’m a writer of creative non-fiction exploring Self, Food, Society and History. www.mosheforman.com

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