Autumn Gold

by Sarah Klema '23 on December 6, 2022
Portfolio Staff

Poetry

The sun in the noon-day sky is a giant beaming dandelion severed from its stem,

Freely floating over the earth.

A disembodied puff of flower head

Liberated from earthly laws,

Immortalized above the clouds despite the passing

of its sister buds in the onslaught of November frost.

Upon a barren hill,

My fingers reach as headless stems

In vain to trace

Each honeyed, golden petal.

So fragrant and sweet they seem to me

As they cast their warmth unto the world below,

Greet my frosted cheeks

With floral kisses.

Days of plenty have laid themselves to rest in fallen leaves,

Now I, a beggar on a corpse of earth, reach out

To grasp its proffered petals in my palms,

Pocket as many as will fit within the confines of my coat.

Smuggled warmth stowed away

For colder days to come.

I Hold onto Autumn

by The Cowl Editor on October 28, 2021

Halloween

by Kathryn Libertini ’23

I hold onto autumn

Onto its amber tones

Onto its crisp winds

I do not hold onto myself

Shaped by winter spring and summer

Shaped by fruitful circumstance

So I hold onto autumn

Forever the initiator of change

Forever the instance of moving forward