The wind grows thinner—
its voice now a hush across the fields,
the last of the geese gone.
Winter begins not with snow,
but with stillness—
a kind of held breath
that seeps through the bark of trees
and into the bones.
In the courtyard,
persimmons hang like faint lanterns,
their skins glossed with frost.
You touch one—
soft, as though it remembers
the sun’s hand.
Bite, and the flesh folds in—
honeyed, slow,
a sweetness that almost aches,
like remembering warmth
while standing in the cold.
The air smells of woodsmoke and fruit,
the scent of something ending gently.
You can feel the earth
closing,
its pulse quieter now,
as if it, too, is turning inward.
This is the hinge between states—
autumn’s bright fever
finally stilled,
the body no longer chasing light,
only learning how to rest.
And in the hush,
the taste of persimmon lingers—
amber, patient,
the afterglow of a season
teaching you how to stay still
and call it transformation.
Photo credits: Pinterest
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34 Responses
I have never experienced persimons this way… the ones we get in the stores are often unripe and tasteless, and I can imagine how much better they are after being bitten by frost. I love this poem
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I love your season, Sanaa, and that it’s about such a vividly coloured fruit. I’ve never eaten a persimmon, or seen any for sale here, although I have seen persimmon trees. I love the way you captured the stillness of winter, ‘a kind of held breath / that seeps through the bark of trees / and into the bones’. However, the persimmons steal the show, ‘like faint lanterns, / their skins glossed with frost’ remembering the sun’s hand. Thank you for describing the taste of this beautiful fruit as ‘sweetness that almost aches’ and ‘the afterglow of a season’. Now I know what they taste like.
Thank you so much, Kim 😍 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt) 🥂
A magical micro season captured with a sensual pleasure and a glowing wonder in every line, Sanaa. Utterly brilliant.
Thank you so much, Dora 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
A lovely, sensory poem, Sanaa! It must be wonderful to experience persimmons this way.
I love this image:
“In the courtyard,
persimmons hang like faint lanterns, “
Thank you so much, Merril 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
This is beautifully written. The imagery evoked so many emotions. It describes the emotions of autumn so well.
Thank you so much, Imelda 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Lovely vibrant coloured fruit
I would luv go eat one
Much♡love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad the poem spoke to you 💄❤️
Much love back to you 🥂
What a feast of imagery and words. I had a persimmon yesterday it they are indeed an autumn delight. Beautiful writing – Jae
Thank you so much, Jae 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Your poem has made me wonder if persimmon is the name of a colour, as the fruit seems to be more orange than an orange!
Thank you so much, Shaun 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
That is a great name for a season, Sanaa, and you remind me that Persimmons will be coming into the shops and it will be time to renew my ongoing search for the perfect Persimmon cake recipe…
Thank you so much, Andrew 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Transformation indeed. I love the photo of a beautiful fruit I am unfamiliar with. How amazing, to have all that colour after a frost!
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Gorgeously rendered, beautifully expressed, and wisely captured microseason, brava!
Thank you so much, Anna 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
My favorite ~~ “the taste of persimmon lingers, amber, patient, the afterglow of a season”
My closest friend who was a chef in her former life makes a salad using persimmons, pomegranate seeds, toasted pecans, goat cheese and pickled red onions … unbelievable!
A stunning poem, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Helen 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I especially like the fifth stanza.
❤️❤️❤️
This is so beautiful, Sanna. Impossible to pick a favorite line. It is totally exquisite!!!!
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Judy 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I love persimmons and right now they are available aplenty. Your exquisite poem is a sensory delight, Sanaa. 💓💓
Yes, they are in season! Thank you so much, Punam 😀 so glad the poem spoke to you 💄❤️
I love the time of year in Korea when persimmons ripen. It’s wonderful. I love persimmons. Thank you for a lovely poem.
Thank you so much, Aaron 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
“The air smells of woodsmoke and fruit,
the scent of something ending gently.
You can feel the earth
closing,
its pulse quieter now,
as if it, too, is turning inward. ”
This gave me a calm, peaceful feeling.
I have never tasted a persimmon.
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️