Poem: Autumn Lost

I failed calculus in Grade 13, after an excruciating year of not trying hard enough not to fail calculus.  But, I had excuses!  For example, there were an awful lot of colours.

 

Victoria eventually illustrated a procrastinatory poem I wrote, and we included it in our webcomic, The Stairwell, after I was safely graduated and the derivative of cot(x) couldn’t hurt me anymore.

 

 

‘Neath boughs of flame and fractal smoke
Trudge throngs of surly student-folk:
Their eyes earthbound with chronic dread,
They miss the rapture overhead.

Lost to them: the weeping skies,
The plumm’ting pods of crimson dyes,
The storms of topaz, flax, and gold
Exhaust themselves unsung, unfold

‘Till nought by ambers, bled to beige,
Cake sidewalk, street; the crowd’s malaise
Precludes its wonder, dulls its sight:
This autumn street at noontime, night.

‘Tis for their loss that fiercely yearns
My heart: my pen’s most worthy turns
To ward, preserve this truest day
For times that eyes might gratis, stray.

… So, would I could my thoughts eschew
Of math assignments overdue.

 

2002