Thank you to dear Elisabeth of Unexpected Intersections for hosting this week.
This is another poem that spoke to me quite recently. I owe all these gorgeous poetry finds to a Facebook author friend, Anuradha Kumar.
I had no idea what the title of this poem meant, so I googled it and found this definition via Wikipedia:
An aubade is a morning love song (as opposed to a serenade, intended for performance in the evening), or a song or poem about lovers separating at dawn. It has also been defined as “a song or instrumental composition concerning, accompanying, or evoking daybreak”. In the strictest sense of the term, an aubade is a song sung by a departing lover to a sleeping woman.
That definition alone is poetry. This is also the first poem I read of Maria Hummel, and I am drawn to its quiet, the convoluted pathways of the images, its growing expansiveness, and how it all comes right home at the poem’s end, with the wistful sigh of old lovers and the years falling like raindrops over the home that was built together by hand and hope.