i roll over-
there’s September in the skies,
first love,
first heartbreak-
i catch gold leaves falling,
with sleepy eyes:
technicolor memories-
then your voice, cider
-warm, somewhere far…
i blow wishes in the autumn mist
roll back, and
the air is wintry again
©Mohana Das
Linked to D’verse Poetics
insanebloom 
I really like this. It’s hard for me to say why I like a poem most of the time…but I like it. 🙂 I can say that I like the abruptness of “roll back, and/ the air is wintry again.”
nice..the cider warm voice…the emotions…blowing wishes and then the wintry air…made me shiver a bit after the warmth and warm colors..nice..
Just so beautiful thoughts in action and in words of expression over here.
September in the skies ~ beautiful
Simple and simmering ~
Simple and an air of sadness and loss
nice…you really get the emotion of the moment…the end is a little back and forth from the warmth to the cold…but that is the season is it not…i like it much…evocative piece…
Mohana…your words really capture emotion here in a beautiful way! Ending with the ‘wintry’ takes my breath away.
i catch gold leaves falling,
with sleepy eyes:
technicolor memories
It relates the typical impressions brought about by Fall – of falling leaves and lots of colors all around. Nice take Mohana!
Hank
Captures all the romance of Autumn, and it’s reflective ness….love the line about ‘voice like cider’- such a great description
Simple & beautiful poem…lovely! 🙂
I felt the first love-first heartbreak throughout..poignant poem…
Here’s to wishes in the autumn mist! 🙂
The roll back to the past looks brighter and warmer than the role forward to a cold now and future–effective symbolism. But your poem leaves with me a sense of hope that the character could get up and find a warmer place.
Wishes blown in the Autumnal mist *always* come true………..
Beautiful! 🙂
My favorite time of year….the colors, the hint of finality, the haze of breath in the air. Loved this, beautiful.
You captured the sweet sense of a moment of nostalgia beautifully. It was especially touching since my first love came to me in the autumn…
Cider – his voice… That is just delicious!
enjoyed how you gave Autumn life
And isn’t that how quickly a relationship seems to have ended once it is over? As abrupt as rolling over in bed, the sudden gust of a winter chill. And you left wondering what on earth just happened.
I like, however, that you mention him as being warm cider. In previous winters, I think perhaps he kept you warm. But no longer. This “winter” is especially cold and lonely.
I love your ending:
“i blow wishes in the autumn mist
roll back, and
the air is wintry again”