Born at the end of a century,
she knew only this one, not even
for two full decades. Too brief.
Fin de siècle, closing one era, onto another.
A brief summer. Winter without a spring.
Fin de siècle is a French term meaning “end of century,” a term which typically encompasses both the meaning of the similar English idiom “turn of the century” and also makes reference to the closing of one era and onset of another. It is often associated with the end of the 19th century.
Female worker bees are working long hours
gathering autumn nectar for the colony’s winter.
Like me, they’re storing carbohydrates and protein
for when they stay inside, although unlike
bees, I hope not to die there.
Here, under the trees, there’s no sunlight,
only shade from moonlight which invites shades –
ghosts from Hades, if stories are true.
I have come here to meet one
who can tell me what to expect.
Autumn’s not colored foliage or apple picking.
For some, a harvesting or hunting Moon.
Acorns falling like a broken clock tick-tocking.
“Eulogy” in Greek means a “good word,”
quietly spoken for things and people gone.
Wax or plaster cast of a face.
A primitive, accurate photo without a camera.
Memento, or basis for a later portrait.
Eerily real, every feature, with some distortions
from the weight of plaster and death.
Death mask of the poet Dante Alighieri who wrote The Divine Comedy. He died September 13, 1320 from malaria.