Autumn Nocturne

When moon’s a silent silver slivered rill,
then autumn sneaks by dark upon the stair
where night revolves yet all the stars stand still.

The sweet gum flames, its redness gladly spilled
across the spiderwebs spun vast, now bare
with moon a silent silver slivered rill.

The evening casts a spiky stirring chill;
when trees outline themselves as ghosts out where
the night revolves yet all the stars stand still.

Those silhouettes that scared the birds now spill
themselves on hedges full of purple snares;
when moon’s a silent silver slivered rill.

My heart beats slower, still I feel the thrill
of bonfire smoke and shows at county fairs
when earth revolves, yet all the stars stand still.

As midnight strikes I note the rising hill
that looms in darkness at that junction where
the moon’s a silent silver slivered rill
when earth revolves yet all the stars stand still.

© Gay Reiser Cannon * 9/9/2012 * All Rights Reserved

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45 thoughts on “Autumn Nocturne

  1. My heart beats slower, still I feel the thrill
    of bonfire smoke and shows at county fairs
    when night shivers, yet all the stars stand still
    these lines are my favorite through your poem, they brought and gave me better understanding of it.

  2. wow gay…this is just beautiful…i could quote back lines to you but then i would pretty well have to put the whole thing….great imagery and allowing it to just lay it out there for you….felt as well…and really like how the last two stanzas play out…..smiles.

  3. Beautiful, Gay! You have captured a mystical and magical autumn night here. Love the images…the colors….the stars…the bonfire! All really. Very nice.

  4. beautiful. I do admit I had to say the first line three or four times before I got it right. I liked the switch midway through to shivers.

    you painted quite a lovely picture.

  5. you have an easy flow with this form. your images are absolutely stunning…spiky stirring chill, sweet gum flames… I go in, out, and around with feeling warm, loved, inspired. sweet verses here, Gay.

  6. I have to agree with Brian. To quote any lines that I love I would have to quote them all because this is truly exquisite writing.
    Night shivers yet, all the stars stand still…is fabulous but, it is all that way.
    Amazing read.

  7. Gay- what a beautiful villanelle! Your repeating lines are so well chosen and lyrical – the repetition is hardly obvious, only like a beautiful silver bell or sliver of moon slipping in and out of clouds (on chill night). Just terrific. k.

  8. HiGay. This is a beautifully mystical poem written so professionally it could easily have come from a collection of “The Nations Favourite Autumn poems” Truly lovely Gay, well done

  9. Oh, this is exquisite. I love the villanelle. You make it seem so easy. All of the lines depend on one another and flow into each other perfectly. Thank you so much.

  10. So beautiful, captures EVERYTING i love about this season….and i don’t mind the move from light to dark….has its own qualities (the autumn is my fave time of year for sure)….loved the stars, the silver moon- such iconic descriptors that packs this full of romance and lingering nostalgia….and the form….perfect for this subject- and eccentuating the tradions and historic cultures so present at this time of year

  11. mmm i love a good bonfire…your alliteration through this is just amazing….and fun…and really drives this poem well gay…also wanna go lay under the stars tonight now too…smiles.

  12. Lovely villanelle, Gay The images are finely etched, the contrasts between exuberant autumn scenes and an ennervated web of motionless stars passively displayed by a revolving planet compelling…and of course, loved your portrayal of mistress moon.

  13. I commented on this earlier, will comment again tonight. Just beautiful, Gay. Love these words as they trip off my tongue:

    “When moon’s a silent silver slivered rill”

  14. “My heart beats slower, still I feel the thrill
    of bonfire smoke and shows at county fairs
    when earth revolves, yet all the stars stand still.”

    What a perfect capture for a chilly Autumn eve. This had a wonderful flow to it. A pleasure to read!

  15. Such a wonderful evocation of the turn of the season, and such a richness of language in this villanelle!

  16. yes. and especially:
    “The evening casts a spiky stirring chill;
    when trees outline themselves as ghosts out where
    the night revolves yet all the stars stand still.”

    perfect. i felt that one.

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