Undertones Options

[Aphrodite]

Crispy leaves drift sunspun air;
wistful days of wondering.
Colored pieces piling high,
moment’s tainted suffering.

Strolling footprints, moving truths,
chilling sorrow aches my bones.
Ginger, gold and crimson pink,
cheery childhood undertones.

Timeless dancing in the wind,
Autumn’s brilliant scenery.
Fleeting seconds warm my heart
once upon the greenery.

[Guest_Don_*]

Lindi~~

Returned to reread "Untertones."

I saw line eight with additional nuance.
The flame of the candle, if you will.

As we grow older our joy often comes from looking  backward rather than forward.  Your, "cheery childhood undertones," is a metaphor for where happiness resides.  

Today I received an e-mail from an elderly poetess asking my opinion upon a eulogy she wrote about a classmate friend.  Not "the" eulogy, but a remembrance verse.

Within she wrote, "it touched her childhood so much like mine."  This is another example of elderly looking at paradise of the past.  Sort of a paradise lost, no?  

With respect to your exact words, "cheery childhood undertones," I refer to veracity of so-called Freudian slip.  As such,
it certainly establishes a platform from which the author shares with reader the scene toward horizon.

Adding value to a priceless poem.

Don