It Comes

There is nothing that comes without a price. My Favorite Poet has found his Love, and their happiness is a wondrous thing to behold. His Muse, however, dwelt more in sorrow, and the presence of so much joy seems to have driven it away. For those of you who have asked about his work, here is a sample from earlier years. It seems appropriate for the coming of another seasonal cycle. Be well.


 it comes


when the air begins to crisp

with brittle chill and cracking wind

and the months roll into double digits,

when morning sun finds windows rimmed


with frost sketched out by icy pens,

(if, that is, there’s a morning sun to find)

and the trees weep their fiery leaves

to lay bare black branches, bone defined


against a low and dozing sky, often more soggy

than the ground that changes costume,

mud, now ice, now icy mud,

and emits a cloying rot perfume,


when the light surrenders early,

night sacks erstwhile afternoon,

when the mercury is fleeing

into its tiny glass balloon,


winter’s bounding towards us,

shaggy cold and steaming breath.

we humans shamble through the freeze;

more clever creatures play at death.


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13 Responses to It Comes

  1. Duckie says:

    Thank you for this.  Have a lovely weekend, Jorge.

  2. Hope says:

    no wonder he is your favorite poet.. said poet has great talent..he really does capture the fall/winter seasons..beautifully worded.. would love to read more..don\’t worry, he will write again..and I have no doubt that his poems will flourish,and their fragrance will be like a most potent rose..after all, he now has a love to be by his side..can you imagine the emotion and aroma that will flow when he once again picks up the"smile"hugs

  3. J says:

    Yes, your favoirte poet is a good  poet! Very good.

  4. Marge says:

    As one who suffers from Seasonal Affective Disorder, your favorite poet\’s words ring familiar to me. How well he has captured the seasonal transition from sunny brightness to chilly dreariness! I hope the content of his poem was only a poet\’s observations and not an expression of seasonal sadness.
    I am glad that the joy of love drove away his Muse\’s prior sorrows; love does, in fact, work wonders. Obiwan and I are living proof of this.
    Thank you for sharing another of your poet\’s opii; he is a gifted writer, just like his father.

  5. Sarah says:

    ah, yes, the \’cloying rot perfume\’……………………that says it, and it is a delicious smell, this.  Earth, and old life, and death, which is renewal. 

  6. sweeti's says:

    Hi  Jorge
    ur fav poet( son)  will be back with his  work…Believe me..
    i have  a friend  who writes so beautiful..Once and a while i put something of him on my  blog..
    when ur gifted  with so much will come out..
    Just give him time,
    Bye now  and  my quote??? Love and be loved
    Much love for u and ur loved ones.

  7. Stephen Craig says:

    Jorge,  Very good writing.  Though it only mid September the poem gave me a chill.  The trees are all full here and after a week of rain the land is an emerald green. 
    Thank you for the visit and comments,
    As ever be well

  8. Holy says:

    Jorge, I have to say, I always enjoy when you post his poems. 
    His poetic gift is truly an inspiration and when faced with it, reminds me acutely of why I loved lingering over the hills, through the valleys and alongside the riverbeds of metrical poems in Poetry 354.  It also reminds me afresh how much his gift is a torchlit one – it is most clearly a legacy treasure passed from you to him with due care and attention.
    And speaking of words, I have to confess that somehow I just don\’t peg you for a brat.  Now or at anytime in your history or pre-history? Mischievious maybe but bratty…I dunno. 🙂

  9. Charlotte says:

    Well, your poet certainly did a fantastic writing of that poem!  I loved it.  Yes, I do know that sometimes when one becomes happy and in a contented relationship, the creativity of writing poetry ebbs…  Thank you for sharing.  hugs, lottemae

  10. Gayle says:

    What a poet!  Proud Poppa, thanks for sharing this piece with us.  I was moved by the imagery.Take good care,Gayle

  11. Yours Truly says:

    Hi  Jorge,
    I enjoyed this poem.  There is beauty in every season.  The only thing worse than the cold and freezing of winter is to not have it at all anymore which is the case here as the snow line moves north beyond us, leaving us with very little snow, thanks to climate change.  We have less and less and I miss it.  Nice to come here and get caught up on your thought-filled posts.  On the political scene – if only we could expect that people will vote on the issues, knowledgeably, not being swayed by slogans and sound-bites.
    I hope your day is going well.

  12. Donna says:

    Yes, some creatures are very smart, as written in the poem! Hibernation, not a bad idea, if the weather gets that bad, I might hibernate, LOL!
    Thanks for visiting my space, take care, XX

  13. Kathryn says:

    Ah, but the poet will find another voice, yes? Yes! Or, will "re-find" that voice 🙂

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