Until Then – Prosery by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sanaa is hosting Prosery with an invitation to write a piece of prose (144 words) including a line from ‘A Daughter Of Eve’ by Christina Rossetti. The line is – “Talk what you please of future spring and sun warm’d sweet tomorrow.”

dVerse Poets – Prosery – When it comes to Christina Georgina Rossetti

Photo: by Daniel Grant, from timeout.com Hyde Park, Perth, Western Australia, autumn.

“Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.” Elizabeth Bowen

Until Then

Talk what you please of future spring and sun warm’d sweet tomorrow, but today my mood is mellowed by autumn dews, russet leaves and memories falling into me again. A season of funereal beauty, so easy on my eyes, yet unsettled in my heart. Many leaves now carpet the earth, old and turned often with little to add, save that they hint at something more to come which temporarily coddles me. I just can’t see that far ahead, and in some ways I don’t want to, no one season is experienced like its previous appearance, it can be anticipated but never presumed, longed for but never known until it chooses. Until then I must winter well, reflect and refresh. Spring will come in good time but for now I sit closely with greying skies and misty dawns that challenge my complacency again.

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32 responses to “Until Then – Prosery by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Wonderful description…and a new look at this time of the year from someone in the other hemisphere…

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    • Thanks Ain, i feel autumn and winter about sum up the world at present, and I live in a safe place, goodness knows how the rest of you are coping up there.

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  2. Haha, for you that wouldn’t be much of a challenge!

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  3. Anne-Marie Parham

    I love the phrase “memories falling into me again”. It is so very evocative.

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  4. Beautiful image. Beautiful reflective words. I am most smitten with these:
    ” no one season is experienced like its previous appearance, it can be anticipated but never presumed, longed for but never known until it chooses.”

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  5. I hope that you may live through the seasons well… spring is coming here so I sympathize with you.

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  6. sanaarizvi

    “A season of funereal beauty, so easy on my eyes, yet unsettled in my heart,”.. sigh.. this is incredibly deep and evocative! Thank you so much for writing to the prompt 💝💝

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  7. Beautifully written! ‘Until then I must winter well, reflect and refresh.’ – this is what I wish to do too, as we head into winter here in New Zealand.

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  8. This phrase is breathtaking when it comes to changing seasons … in a poem of truly wonderful lines …
    “it can be anticipated but never presumed, longed for but never known until it chooses”

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  9. t

    Truly beautiful writing; makes one want to weave through the words again and again. Let’s hope the coming Winter is as kind to us.

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  10. Acceptance and contentment in the present season. I like that.

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  11. lync56

    Wow great words – it created in me those moods – I know them well

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