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The Universe of You

THE UNIVERSE OF YOU I have never seen a flower blush when I took it's hue and held it there a prisoner captive to my view. I have always heard the song that's in the autumn breeze playing taps in harmony with the forest leaves. I love the smell of rain that brings the springtime into bud and swells my love of nature into a teeming flood. I celebrate the cycle of the daytime into night and find an equal blessing in the shadow and the light. I've always felt affinity for all created things and surrender to the pleasure that their beauty brings. And though I could spent a lifetime sailing drops of dew I've never seen a universe as beautiful as you. I've often sat myself by gentle mountain streams and overflowed the dams that were holding back my dreams. I've breathed the scented forest on the mountainside and washed away my sorrows in an evening ocean tide. I've laid down in a meadow and debated with the moon and spent some quiet moments on the surface of Neptune. I got married to a zodiac with one of Saturn's rings then spied a super nova and went on a cosmic fling. I've run away to nebulae in galaxy brochures and bathed in scenes of wonders on distant planet shores. Every cosmos in creation could parade before my view but I've never seen a universe as beautiful as you. I've never seen a tree once withdraw it's shade and deny a creature the comfort of its aid. I've never seen any anger in the sun at noon when it burns relentlessly on the desert dune. At sunrise I take an oath to live with all my might and reinforce my gratitude each and every night. I could spend some hours riding on a crystal flake drifting wildly in a gale mindless of my fate. Many times I've been through trials or wind and rain and snow then sentenced to the splendors that the seasons show. And though I've searched throughout creation, I must say this is true I've never seen a universe as beautiful as you.


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Dame

Can only smoke remain 
Visible to thee, I arraign 
Distance carved out gashes 
Proximity charred me to ashes 
Left me to burn, never felt flame 
One glare of the radiant dame 
Burn out one's own nest, is absurd 
blazed my heart, that sunbird.


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SEPTEMBER SWANS




The ashen wind fills wafts of day that hides the sun, then drops away into the early Autumn sky, perhaps to dream, or just to die like one leaf falling from a pear, it stirs a final dream so fair, a dream turning bleak reason’s flow, it knows not which byway to go through wrapped fields of taunting rain it wanders, then comes back again like beats winging the Autumn air, so wondrously beyond compare. The swans of life stir ever on, and when the breaths of day is gone they tumble through her mist- filled night, as late dusk's jaws begin to bite. The crying of a lonely night, pine's branches drooping moonlit white as sighing winds touch heaven’s gate, without the need to stand and wait for every roaming rainclouds' stare, she needs to ask the why or where in moments when pain veils her face so sullen, yet so full of grace; as her swan wings clutch twilight's hues dripping tears from September's dues yet, eyes open their crystal plumes with hopes of flowers' newborn blooms © ------------ Contest: Joyce Johnson's The Rhyming Game By: nette onclaud


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The Gilded Mountain Sea

I look across the windswept canyons, see the blazing trees. A gold and russet ocean swells beneath the autumn breeze. It surges as the highest tide to reach the mountain tops. An endless wave of beauty rushing on, it never stops. And in the sky of tangerine, its gulls are birds that glide across this sea of fantasy into the eventide. The disappearing flock of geese and waning sun imbue nostalgia that engulfs the soul enraptured by the view. My valley home, like ocean’s strip of shore, now calls to me, a voyager who must depart from gilded mountain sea.


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Leaves

Leaves are beauty of the Master’s touch …beds of leaves for homes of squirrels and such Bunched by opossum in the hollow of an old oak log …arranged in a thicket by a caring mother hog They wave to a lonesome soul in the summer breeze …nature’s devise of cozy blanket in winter’s freeze And you ask me if I love leaves and trees …provides great shades for summer’s picnics, ”Leaves” Leaves have butterfly flight, floating gracefully about …catching sun’s rays bobbing multi colored with clout Golden, russet and burnt orange of autumn equinox …Beautiful LEAVES!, Thank God for nature’s clocks. In Honor of Carol Brown And Contest:


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Autumn's Breeze

Crisp Autumn seeps through the day
Dew balances a fresh cut blade

Tangerine skies seethe God's Grace
Summer's vehment blaze...replaced

Slipping sweetness around my pillow
Cool winds dance with weeping willow

Stars twinkle down through thick dense trees
As spirits dance in fresh Autumn's breeze


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Autumn Captured

Sitting downstream in this delightful setting
When you close your eyes there is just no forgetting

I can still see the scene that my mind has captured
The most glorious of colours leaves me in rapture

The bluest of sky seeps through a canopy I behold
Mirrored on the stream it's dreamy blues unfold

Ancient stones sit like islands in the sun
Creating ripples of motion in downstream run

But it's the avenue of colours that delights my eyes
Season after season she always leaves her surprise

Greens mix with golds, ochres yellows, reds and browns
A spectacular collage paints this bright Autumn gown

Within weeks to a month until the last leaf falls
Then her seasons move on as Winters installed







http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-11.php


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A CLASSIC SUMMER IN GREECE for fantasy contest

                                A CLASSIC SUMMER IN GREECE

               Viciousness and mystery erupt on arid soil.
               Summer heat and idle time can make the spirits boil.
               Languishing in stuffy rooms with very little sleep--
               Night time flickers of the light-- imagination leaps.
                  
               Heat that beckons times long past invade a fevered head—   
               Athena pleases lovers mid her goddess silken bed,
               Grecian legs march bravely –- prelude Olympian races--
               Soldiers dream they sail away to see exotic places.

               Heat waves shimmer landscape –men will do what they are told--
               Spearborn soldiers helmeted sing down a dusty road.
               Tho in mind they join their lovers whispering by the sea,
               Drink of mountain waters --rest their head on sweetheart’s knee

               Helen, when she sailed away –a wayward selfish wife
               Without a backward glance she risked the cost of human life--
               Was it the heat that made her crazed to do this foolish thing?
               A fit of summer boredom could create this witless fling.

               Autumn winds are blowing now-- Troy’s nights turn cool and fair--
               Does Paris try to ditch her --as naked Helen combs her hair--
               Does Hector tell his brother--get this woman out of here--
               Does Helen beg to stay-- and tell her lover not to fear?

               Heat can play the brain and make it dance a backward tune--
               Clarity as sun tricks down—repeats a former June,
               Perhaps there is a lesson learned from heat that sears the soul--
               Summertime romance will write us each a tragic role.

Victoria Anderson Throop ©
1/11/13


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Autumn

Immersed in the sound of the low rustling wind
Memories and places they haunt yet again
Passed by so quickly as each falling leaf
Drifting and flowing on an unyielding stream
A current to carry from birth right on through
Filling our moments with cares which ensue
A mind lost in remnants of lovers and friends
Babies and children and time long since spent
Familiar, intangible, just out of reach
Longing for ghosts that my heart doth beseech
Winter is looming and summer is past
A time for remembrance the years gone so fast
Beauty is captured in my last breath of life
The sparkling colors in the warm golden light
Do mimic the glory and wonder be told
In those bright days of autumn and a life to behold
 


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Will Shed a Tear

Will Shed a Tear

Woke up this morning to a new dawn;
Looked outside and Autumn had gone
Winter was here and the wind did blow
Then everything was covered with snow.

Old year had gone and new one neared
Following Autumn that had disappeared
With colorful leafs beautiful had been
Soon will be able to see them again.

About Autumn, what do I like the most?
In Halloween they always have a ghost
But still does remain such a pretty scene;
Leafs covered grass which once was green.

Autumn to many has been known as fall
Then under Christmas tree will be a doll
This will be my favorite time of the year
And now that it is gone will shed a tear.


James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran


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The Autumn Wind

The Autumn Wind
 


the autumn wind is free tonight!
free to soar and fly tonight!

clouds of hawks one-hundred meters high
dance in the wind across the sky!

arrows of geese at cruise-missile height
dodging boomerangs in errant flight

sundown's purple, orange and red
frame booms in flight above my head

great beams of light spiral the sky!
miracles surround us, from on high

a part of me aches to be free!

jumps from my hand, eager to see!
what lies beyond, above the trees!

each throw stronger, higher, bolder!
'till time stops beating

.......to pause and wonder

the autumn wind is free tonight!
free to soar and fly tonight!


by James Marshall Goff




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The Harvest Song

I wrote my poem last night for Brian Strand's competition a hymn of praise for Harvest and 
just saw today that I got the date wrong and that it is already judged.  Anyway now that I 
have written it , here it goes:



Let us sing a sweet song, a song that's of praise
For our crops to be ripened and harvesting days

For the fruits of the soil, for barley and wheat
Maize, oats and corn, that our children will eat

For the evening sun on the newly mown hay
For the farmer still working in the dusk of the day

For the apples and pears still ripe on the trees
For the fill of the honey pot, the toil of the bees

Blackberry picking, will uplift our song
Tasting juices of autumn we'll all sing along

Let us sing at crescendo for the fruits of the vine
The lush of the grapes, the full bodied wine

When the harvest is done, our glasses we'll raise
And thank mother earth who deserves so much praise.


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My Paradise

 I'm borrowing a gorgeous country
 I may borrow it as often as I can

 I accept their courtesy and smile
 I smile back and are happy to provide a helping hand

 I am enjoying the sun in this sunny land
 I think of autumn and the rain back home

 I'm enjoying the day with all my enjoyment
 I hope the day could've been much longer

 I am delighted with the floral scent that fills the air
 I listen to the waves rolling along the seaside

 I listen to the prayer that comes from the mosque
 I feel a quiet peace lowered into my body

 I'm borrowing this beautiful country, just for fourteen days
 I am free of thoughts, free from time ..... I'm in my paradise Turkey








Turkey  -  20.09.2012
A-L  Andresen :)


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Old Red Barn

I stopped by the old red barn today...
I guess I was there about an hour.

What will they do with it after I'm gone?
It's been in the family for five generations...

Great Grampa's initials are carved in the door.
Once, Pappy fell from the loft and broke his arm.

It's where I watched Dad's mare
Give birth to my first pony.

And, it's where we told Mom and Dad
We'd decided to get married.

Such a stable part of my family's history,
Now, leans abstract against the autumn sky...

I think I'll go back tomorrow...
And take a few shots for the family album.


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The Leaves of Life

The breath of spring gives us new hope
after a long winter is our only way to cope

Fresh leaves are so green and new
bringing forth life in another hue

Flowers, the shade, the birds and bees
all busy with life as we look to the trees

Summer songs from the wind as the trees talk
just waiting for a couple to rest after a long walk

Here and there a yellow leaf shows its locks
the autumn season is just around the block

We loose a few leaves as we watch them fly
but we gain much more with fruit for a pie

When mornings start to get a little colder 
the colors in the leaves get much bolder

As Autumn leaves fall and hide our path
winter is around to corner to show it's wrath

Edward J Ebbs


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Autumn's Breath

Autumn's breath, a gentle sigh
Trees waving this year's final goodbye

I breathe in air, cool and crisp
As colored jewels fall, a fleeting wisp

Yellows, orange and reds, mix with green
Swirling...tumbling...falling...

Leaving autumn's rainbow, neath my feet
For a glorious while, then to retreat 

Among autumn's breath, away they go
Scattered hither, to and fro

Carried away by autumn's breath
Awaiting winter's cold blanket of death

Donna Jones
8-24-2013


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Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


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When Shadows Fall

Summer is on the turn, into Autumn we now head So close this day approaches, inside many heads now dread We now view through our eyes, our windows of life What do we see now, do we absorb our awaiting strife Be like me and others and listen to peripheral sounds It's what we have come to know, it's us all around Day by day we view, the turning of life's greenery But what are we going to see after, on this future days scenery Is it intrepid anticipation, human wondering entering it's abyss We're the blind leading our blind, just what do we make of this *~* The eve of this reckoning day, in hourly wait we await Autumn has taken it's turn, are us humans in use by date This morning we have awaited, curtains drawn I view There's something different about the sunrise, sees me a through From my balcony I witness, now seeing from where I am Shape shifting no longer applies, I just don't understand In sorrow fill hungered loss, I lose life's lust for thrall From my balcony I now witness, I view when shadows fall *~* Inspired by "Touchstone's" <> "When Shadows Fall" from their album "The City Sleeps"


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Autumn Air

Autumn Air


Dry and cool all in one
Morning freshness, felt like none

Gives me a boost, ready for the day
The autumn air, come out and play

So here I go, take me away
Take it all in before you stray


Written by:  Debra Falgout
Up in the Autumn Air Contest
       by: Russell Sivey
October 16, 2012


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Autumn's Air

Autumn I love you color and splendor 
Plump sweet grapes filling me with ardor

A patchwork quilt......velvet soft leafs
For you I wear my heart on my sleeve 

A wisp of cool breath blows upon my face
A balmy soft touch of your calm and grace

Brides last chance of an outdoor wedding
Flowers bow heads giving up their bedding

Photographs taken a memorable moment
Dressed in an exquisite multi-color garment


 
Written by: Joy Wellington
October 14 2012
For Russell Sivel's contest - Up In The Autumn Air


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Falling for the Beast

Playing cat and mouse were Beauty and the Beast
Right up to the moment the harvest moon ceased

To shine, that is, autumn winds ushered dark clouds
Even amber leaves were cloaked by misty shrouds

Alone on the terrace, Beast’s hand reached to her
Unfamiliar feelings in Beauty did stir

The masquerade party on All Hallows Eve
Beauty caught in his web, seeking no reprieve

Clouds now cast aside, moonbeams danced in the skies
Pulling his mask, Beauty unveiled Beast’s disguise

Seeing sensual eyes, her pulse rate increased
Conquered by longing for a man she’d called Beast



By Carolyn Devonshire for Michael’s “Falling in Love in the Fall contest
September 24, 2011


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Raindrops Mixed with Tears

Raindrops paint a muted reflection on my front window pane.
Wails come from a thunderous sky; I wipe away my tears again.

The summer sun melts my mask and a still breaking heart.
Raindrops fall cleansing the earth, I resign to make a fresh start.

Violent storms defined my summer, autumn rain renews my soul.
Drops create a clear reflection, a smile and precious life extolled.


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In high definition

In high definition... There is an old oak tree in our backyard. This old oak limbs weep like a willow. It branches out to the stars. The moon effervescent shines above. During the winter, the moss hangs low. I see the wind blow through its leaves in autumn. There is an old oak in our backyard Where a widow sits beneath weeping over love lost. The dawn has broken. The dew is high. This old oak is well defined. She has limbs that reach high in the sky. The sun photosynthesis makes each leaf shine. Her depth is sublime. This old oak is part of home. Many visitors she knows as a widower rests before he moves on. This old oak tree stands tall As a City's landmark. |__________________________________________________| Penned on November 22, 2014!


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THE SEPTEMBER WIND

September ushers in Autumn, hence the Autumn wind.
Squirrels and rabbits dig their burrows, rush to snuggle in.

The wind races merrily across the ground,
Blowing the Autumn leaves all around;

Skimming over the rocks and nooks,
And chasing along the fast flowing brook.

Blowing the clouds across the sky,
It whispers and laughs with a gentle sigh,

As it playfully wraps my coat 'round my legs,
And I hurry inside for some bacon and eggs.

This morning the wind is a rascal for certain,
As it rushes right past me to ruffle the curtains.

Summer is gone and Winter draws near,
And the September wind means Fall is here.

                                                  Judy Ball


For September Contest by Brian Strand  -  Sept. 1,2011


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Falling Leaves

  
Like golden treasure they flutter down On autumn winds they float to the ground Carpeting the earth without a sound Today's little miracle I have happily found....
We have a bit of a wind today and the maple leaves are falling like rain. Its beautiful.


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Morning Smiles


Morning is the sun rising in a boy's sparkling smile, 
urging me to chuck my chores. "Please Mommy play awhile."

We welcome the dawn's shiny day with some sticky breakfast delights.
Laughter rouses with tickles and hugs as singing birds greet the light.

A hot cup of tea for me, milk and orange juice sips for him,
sweet goodbye kisses for Daddy with love filled to the brim.

Fun games galore, make-believe adventures and maybe an early day walk,
a collage of morning memories sprinkled with silly little boy talk.

Energetic feet skip home joyfully then echo down waiting hall.
Summer morns will soon turn to hushed Autumn hours as busy school days call.

By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, August 14, 2012
for A Couplet Morning Contest





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Nobel Autumn

Nobel autumn.


Rustling winds expose your frame,
To cold, damp and dreaded name.
Wind scars slash at dying summer,
Rain re-echo’s the little drummer.
Middle aged gnarled to aching spur,
Boorish zephyr chills a dreaded allure.

 Stooped, naked, shamed to despair,
You gather your strength. Send a flare.
Of gold, ochre, saffron flames of red,
A last stand, against the gelid dread.   
As Cu Chulainn fought to the bitter end,
You flicker gleam my autumn friend. 



S.de B© 2012.


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An Autumn Day

fall time again, its here to savor crunch and crackle of its crispy flavor autumn flares its vibrant bright hues nature garners its resplendent dues boughs bent with luscious looms lavishing carpet of gorgeous gold garnishing dazzling as a diva rich-ripe in her prime My autumn day adorns seasons of all time! Yesha Shah 3/9/2012


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AUTUMN

                                    . AUTUMN

                 .The colors of autumn are beginning to fall.
            Red,orange,yellow leaves falling from trees so tall.
                                         ~ ~ ~
                   Grass is starting to look like straw.
                    Changing seasons is natures law.
                                         ~ ~ ~
                      Summers gone and fall is here.
                     Weather is nice this time of year.
                                         ~ ~ ~
                                    Teresa Skyles      09/11/11
Entered in Constance La France~a rambling poet~six lines of poetry please.contest


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Upon A Bed Of Petals

There in a bed of petals rests
The latest blooms burst from their nests

Beneath the trees in even's shade
Those nodding flowers dipped and swayed

And one more tender petal fell
The coloured bed of scents to swell

I'll rest me in this quiet shade
'Till sunset's glow does quickly fade

And rest me in these petals sweet
No kingly throne made greater seat

From thence the view I shall survey
The setting sun, the flowers gay

And if, perhaps, I then should tire
I'd follow this, my heart's desire

And there upon that petalled bed
I'd rest my weary, happy head

Perfumed by fragrance from the ground
To go where pleasant dreams abound

Written for the contest by the same name. First Place.


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A TIME TO EVERY PURPOSE

 
                             
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when seasons fade to autumn then bloom to spring and in between a tick gives birth or dies to a winter sun, life’s seasons change from laughter to tears like a wing accepting; just as one begins, its ritual is almost done. Then back around again and again with one more swing as the hands of years’ journeys are fast-forward spun. Whether crimson trees , snowflakes , ruby fire or rain, each cycle has a timely walk through breath span’s lane. A time to mourn, a time to dance: there is a season; embracing the heaven's compass itself without reason.
(c) “To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven:” -- Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 ---------- John Freeman's Faith Verses Poetry: 1st prize For PD's contest By: nette onclaud


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Fall Affair

Fall’s fire is written on every deciduous tree, A chorus of harmony displayed for all to see. The first frost paints lace on the window pane, Patterns and designs are never quite the same, The smell of burning wood floats in the chilled air, Signs that everything’s in place for a great love affair. Come together and cuddle close by the roaring fire, Sipping at hot cocoa, looking at your heart’s desire. It’s time to settle down with that special someone, Beachboys and parties of the summer are all done. The spark burns brightly on this lovely autumn day, Hoping this new simmering love beyond fall, will stay. Written October 1, 2011 By Lee Ramage For Michael J. Falotico’s contest Falling in Love in the Fall Won 4th place


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MELLOW AUTUMN

Autumns rich mellow flavoured air
Unmasked,  the trees are now bare.

Seldom do we hear the birds sing
When the Autumn leaves are falling.

Smoke trails from the burning leaves
Carried on the light cool breeze.

The scent of spiced apple days
In the suns golden haze.

The Pine towering heavenly high
Dropping fragrances on passers by.

Smell the crisp refreshing air
Wind is blowing everywhere.

The leaves they scatter without sound
Gently cascading to the ground..


Hazel Connelly  23/10/12
Up In The Autumn Air 
Russell Sivey's contest


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Autumn In The Wood


I will enter the quiet wood, 
On the rustling leaves I will dance, 
I will watch the Godhood, 
I will prance to the autumn’s romance. 

I will wear a colorful dress, 
I will mix up myself with the leaves, 
I will hear what wind says, 
I will feel the tender breeze. 

I will see a birch in gilding, 
A maple in its nice crimson, 
A spiders beautiful sewing 
Created with Gods benison. 

The Sun will play with the dewdrops, 
The leaves will dance rock and roll. 
Feeling desirable aromas of hops 
The autumn will be a droll. 

I will be fascinated by the autumn’s beauty 
Where only peace and harmony are on duty. 

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

For Russell Sivey contest "Up in the Autumn Air"

26/10/2012


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fall colours

Carpet of crisp dry leaves
New colors nature conceives
Misty ,hazy ,chilly autumn air
Fall colors in full flair
Trees seemingly on fire
Nature seems stringing musical lyre
Rustling bustling autumn wind
All the foliage gradually thinned
Winged leaves flying in the air
Naked  branches so bare
Luring fall colours everywhere
A colorful degenerating atmosphere


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Summer's End

Potpourri of seasonal change drifts in the air.
Summer wanders near the clouds and everywhere.

Beach's pride of blazing sands is growing dim.
Soon the painted landscape wakes upon a whim.

Seeds are sown of Autumn's riches nearly here.
Summer wanes; we say hello to Autumn's cheer.

Leaves will change from sparkling green to golden blaze.
Now a bit of crispness lingers in our days.

Summer has it's wealth of fun and lovely weather.
Yet I adore the Fall when folks are drawn together.

Beauty all around and holidays I love.
Surely Autumn's sent to us from up above!



written August 31st, 2014


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Things I Happen To Like

I like to watch skeins of geese flying in the autumn sky,
And I like the smell of frying bacon and luscious cherry pie!

I like to see the sun tinting Pikes Peak's crown in the early morn,
And the glorious Colorado sky as the sun ends its daily bourne!

I like to feel the tug of a rainbow trout on my fishing line,
And graceful garlands of snow adorning a ponderosa pine!

I like quiet evenings with my spouse nigh a warm and glowing fire,
Where we reminisce and dream of things for which we would aspire!

I like family reunions with my kids, grandkids, uncles and aunts,
And this may sound curious, but I like sharp creases in my pants!

I like to sit on the patio to muse and watch the squirrels at play,
And I like to go to church for inspiration, fellowship and to pray!

I like to listen to classical music or bury my nose in fascinating book,
And take leisurely evening strolls along a rushing mountain brook!

I like ice cream, tater chips, meatloaf, Brussels sprouts and chicken fried,
And I like the American flag that I shall always salute with pride!

I like it when the Denver Broncos and the Colorado Rockies win!
(But, alas, neither team is doing that well, much to my chagrin!)

I like to hear the rolling thunder and rain gently falling on my roof,
And the rhythmic clip-clop upon the pavement of a horse's hoof!

I like barbeques and fireworks in the park on Independence Day,
And the mulitude of stars winking at me from the Milky Way!

I like the smell of roses and the rejuvenation of April showers,
And I like work - I can sit and watch it for hours and hours!

I like the charm and beauty of a little child's beguiling grin.
I like Laurel and Hardy and Jack Benny with his squawking violin!

I like to socialize with folks with can-do attitudes and high ambitions!
(I like most everything I reckon, 'cept sloven schmucks and politicians!)

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved


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LOST WORDS

LOST WORDS


When the breeze disturbed  our desk one  day
Between the bills and postcards lay
An envelope we'd  half-forgot -
Slipped and  fallen from a bigger lot.
Tied with ribbon weathered blue
And stashed away and lost from view,
The paper  yellow,  its perfume  gone
Ink  all faded,   words  almost none.


She stroked the sheet and traced down the fold
As the breeze moved the ribbon worn  and old.
She said  words  are now  replaced by  glances -
Loves  are  only   part   romances.
We’ve loved so long we need no word -
Phrases  murmured  are no longer heard.
We looked out at the autumn and felt the frost.
I  searched her eyes and knew nothing was  lost.


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Falling In Love In The Fall

Falling In Love In Autumn (Couplets)

Autumn Love is mature and warm
Surviving Spring and Summer’s Storms

First love blooms in Spring’s first kiss
Young hearts lost in natures bliss

The Bird of Youth flies high and strong
Spring  is when we hear his song

Summer sun brings reality
And no assurance of  constancy

The Rose is Queen in Summer’s Sun
But falls to earth when season’s done

Winter is lonely, dark and cold
Without Autumns love, as we grow old.

Copyright© 2011 Beatrice Boyle, 
(All rights reserved)

For Michael Faolotico’s Contest – Falling In Love In Autumn


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Autumn Lingers


Autumn leaves whirl in one last dance The earth receives old winter's glance Change is coming with morning frost Against the gate the branches tossed A quiet dream of autumn lingers on One last robin hops across the lawn Soon Ill be dusting off my winter self And put this golden season on the shelf....


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Leaves Fell From Branches

Leaves fell from branches landing on bottom
And then I know that it has become autumn
After all of the colors just have changed;
They left each tree and are now estranged.

Tall and thin trees left their leaves alone
And also down below could find a pine cone
Someone ran over with their car rubber tire
Which was crushed to pieces in its whole entire.

Swept all pieces, leaves and pine needles away
Which by a big wind had been blown astray;
Leaves did die from trees that are decidual
And now again lived all of my life as usual.

jthorn5656@atmc.net


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My Ode to the Netherlands

My Ode to the Netherlands
White water lilies picked for Verlena in Friesland. The Dutch Republic is over a century old. We are there during autumn. Flowers are everywhere. The sunflower fields The sunbeams Yellow and brown profound the canvas To visit the Domtower is a climb. Utrecht is a trek. An ode comes to mind… Dutch greetings we say… Dutch greetings we say, in the land of Friesland today. Welcome all! Our home is our joy. We are logical people and not emotional. We are expressive in our thoughts. Call us opinionates, if you want. Dutch greetings we say to all! ________________________________________________________/
Sponsor: Elly Wouterse Contest Name: Your ode to 'my' Netherlands and/or 'my' Friesland Date of Entry: March 29, 2014 Date Written: March 29, 2014 ~Elly, happy birthday... This is two forms in one poem. The couplet and the irregular ode. Best wishes and hopefully, this is not to much.~:)s


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Autumn Down Our Road

Driving down our country lane yields 
    sweet fragrant orchards and vast pumpkin fields…

The bustling sounds of autumn are heard here and there
    with early signs of harvest, and a rustle in the air 

A tractor is billowing dust up through the trees
      frightening the birds, and disturbing the bees

Tall wheat has been harvested and raked in high stacks
    Into neat hills and mounds, alongside the old railroad tracks

From the high reaching branches, the ripened fruit has smiled
    with mountains of bushel baskets teetering in piles

Wagons are loaded with round pumpkin faces
    Displaying fall’s bounty so proudly, in warm sunny places



Autumn in my neck of the woods
By Carrie Richards 10/3/11
For Michael's Contest: Falling In Love With Fall


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Sunken Cathedral Six

Huge bronze bells peel muffled engulfed by sea 
above unhearing in depths deaf to thee

drowned the dead the lost tsunami friends
not figuring quick and sharp their ends

black churning death coming from the sea
no distinction twixt them you or me

death some surprise shaken a shock from the sea 
xept not dying in autumn like you or me

God please grant them heavenly peace
God please grant them peace

chancel and naves filled ghostly a new congregation
gentle barnacle claimed pews giving us no separation


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Beneath a Streetlamp

The city streets are littered with sodden remnants of fall,
a chilling wind moans low between brick walls;

my vacant arms enfold my shivering form
to shield a heart grown weary of the storm.

There is a melancholy feeling to damp leaves upon the way
as though some precious spirit has packed and moved away.

The sidewalk's sheeted puddles reflect the faces that I love
peering through the golden ramparts in God's city up above.

I bend beneath the streetlamp where my face with theirs' will blend
remembering us together the way it will be in the end.

November 12, 2014


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Fragile

I feel like an autumn leaf,
Fragile in the wind.
Leaving the tree to fall underneath, 
With the life of the branch within.
I fall through the depths of time,
With a fluid, dance like motion.


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Seasonal Surrounds

Up and down the stairs they go The pumpkins are part of the show Some are lit others are not They are the best that I got The colors that surrounds these gourds Are oranges and reds, greens and golds There are flowers and leaves all about They are seasonal, this I should shout The Jack-O-Lanterns shine so bright During the deep hours of the night Each step has a glowing pumpkin on it A delightful sight to see when I sit I can’t imagine a greater scene than this An Autumn and Halloween décor bliss
Russell Sivey


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A Matchless Mite

My love looms still in your room, 
a carousel billowing in 
boundless bloom,
watch it like the dew distil 
before dawn;
in a dream of passion before 
roses yawn.

My love commits one common 
crime,
it steals through your blind at 
bedtime,
with smiles so bright from dusky 
skies;
leaving the rainbow glued to 
your eyes.

This is more than a dream, feel it,
like the Icycles in Autumn, see it;
crystal clear, written in black and 
white,
not to be measured though a 
tender mite.


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The Tidings of Fall

There a movement in the trees
The goings of an autumn breeze
Tickling leaves of red and gold
Making hot summer into winter cold
And in the air there goes a wisp
Of smoke riding on air so crisp
Of days to come this is a sign
Of seasons change and change in time
For heavy coats and fire bright
New stars to see up in the night
But at this time before the snows
It's falls turn now to put on a show
First one tree and then the next
A show so striking so complex
And looking up the sky so blue
But this is nothing compared to You
A glimpse of Heaven for us to see
A hint to us Your great beauty
But as for now we'll stand amazed
Of wondrous things that You have made
Winter's coming and summer's gone
And fall won't be here very long
Now out the window look alas
Night has come so very fast
Time to sleep but again we'll see
In the morn this great beauty


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The breeze and me

The wind picks up the feathers
of the fallen bird
And carries it where it wills

It picks up the fallen leaves 
Of autumn colors and carries them
Where it wills

The gentle breeze wraps around me 
And whispers, you are mine my love
I am with you always

©  Brenda V Northeast   25th March 2011



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SERENITY RESPONSE

SERENITY RESPONSE

The winds of autumn blow 
Creating change

The crux of the matter
Do I bend or do I break?

Willow knows the truth
She may weep besides waters deep

But she drinks in courage to face the future
And bends when winds do blow

And in her serenity - she survives
'She accepts the things she cannot change'

© Brenda V Northeast 24th Jan. 2011

For Nette Onclaud’s- Serenity response

The Serenity prayer  by Reinhold Niebuhr

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can; 
and wisdom to know the difference Amen 


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Equinox Love

Her presence as cool as autumn breeze,
Her grey color eyes do faithfully tease.

Her kiss as soft and gentle as floating leaves,
Her caress as warm as the one she receives.

Autumn colors perfect her body’s movements.
With precious curves, needing no improvements,

Her curious laugh that sparkles like the morning dew,
Certain words she speaks that deliver clever queue.

Even her slight anger intensifies my love so deep.
Falling in love in the fall places all issues asleep.

Autumn romance sets a warm tone before cold arrives.
Truly in this time of year, love endures and survives.

written for
Sponsor Michael J. Falotico 
Contest Name Falling in Love in the Fall 


written by
Cecil Hickman


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Falling Hard in the Fall

As the days started growing shorter
I began, my love, to court her

With leaves fluttering to the ground
My heart, an absent love had found

With cold winter days ahead
I felt warmth inside instead

As the harvest moon shown full and bright
We gazed at each other all through the night

With another year coming to a close
I had finally found my lifetime rose

And in the autumn of that fabulous year
Our future together did first appear


by Joe Flach, submitted for the "Falling in Love in Fall" contest sponsored by Michael Falotico


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Song of Gratitude

The day is bright with autumn chill and scented air is brisk and pure
And silent gardens are put to bed, as end of year draws swiftly near
We hear the music of the trees, of rustling leaves of red and tan
Let's sing a song to thank our God, for lavish beauty of this land
While autumn drops across the hills, with stain ablaze in amber glow
And hearts are filled with peace of mind to know He keeps a watch below
The wind seeks out the apple tree and rises with celestial zest
And mighty oaks drop acorns free,  soon squirrels will scurry to their nest
Where ample harvest from golden earth, and flying geese bid sweet adieu
While loved ones gather around the hearth, our Lord, these blessing come from you
And when the trees are stripped and bare, a world takes rest, to start anew
We bow our heads in silent prayer,
             For things like these and many more
                 We sing our song of gratitude.....






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Inspired by "Hymns of Autumn" contest
sponsored by Brian Strand


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Full Circle

The blue burst forth upon the trees
with the kind of glow heat lightning leaves
The paper wasps and moths agree
to incense dust the coral seas
As the velvet wonders drowsy yawn
the nightingale begins her song
They all perform this grand charade
to quell the summer's heat tirade
The fascination of the breeze
leaves rings of kohl on all the trees
and autumn exhales all it's zest
to bring the earth to her winter rest.


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Sugar Gift of Autumn's Hips

The sun persuaded the earth to move

and slip, 
                slip, 
                       slip from her summer groove

as we climbed to the top of the autumn trees

and swayed with the sway of the orange breeze

He held in his hand a bouquet of leaves

all crackled in crimson he gave them to me

      Their scent lingers still on nostalgia's page

               for I laid them to rest,  as the season's sage...


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The Shadow of the Mare

She walks through darkness with sullied grace
In negligee sewn with silk black lace
Her hair it falls down as autumn red
She’s with pagan rites of us to wed

Let us slide the deep shadow of doom
And I’ll ride the mare upon the dark moon
We’ll hide like angels shamed and fallen
Let us abide by our faith stolen

Beautiful soft creature of the night
Combining pure darkness with sharp fright
Our thoughts as one and of instinct whole
Without conscience, nay without a soul

You are my Lilith as I am Caine
Your pulse a smooth current through my veins
Open your vessel for us to drink
Prepare for the new towards the brink


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seasons

remember well the autumn hues
of which compels the poets muse

in wintry lanes for all to see
on frosted panes,the artistry

the plaintive strains of feathered song
to april rains spring singalong

remember when,before the trade-
of common sense for things man made

and thus recall the subtle skill
by which her many promises fulfill.


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PUFF THE MAGIC DRAGON - PART DEUX

PUFF THE MAGIC DRAGON  -  PART   DEUX

Puff the magic dragon lived by the ocean,
Frolicked in the autumn mist and thoroughly enjoyed the motion.
Little Jaqueline Paper loved that rascal Puff;
But sometimes didn’t play with him cos he didn’t like girlie stuff.

In the hot sun  they would wander pushing dolly strollers:
Puff was not too happy  at this cos he was missing the seaside rollers.
Barbie and Ken and lots of other other plastic boys and men
Had no pirate appeal  for him;  they were just too girlie and wooden.

Now dragons live for ever   but not so little girls. 
Giant dolls  and paper trolls make way for   curves and curls.
One grey night it happened :  Jaqui came real late,
And when she did arrive it was just to say I’m sorry  but I had a date

Puff’s head was burnt  with  sun rays  - he’d just about had enough.
Puff no longer  strollered  on  Cherry Lane cos the sun was too darn tough.
He found a boy for a   lifelong friend, and mist-frolicked again, somewhat  bolder,
And decided never again to play Barbie with girls who were just that little older.


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One Autumn Day

One Autumn day


The day we met at the gold coast,
Beauty of yellow and orange was a toast,

Pleasant breeze was giving a caress,
Colourful fall was sure to impress,

As I intruded deep into his heart and spied,

All conflicts were then kept at bay,
How lovely was that autumn day!



Written September 12th, 2014
For contest 'One Autumn day' by PD A






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USE BEFORE TOO LATE

USE    BEFORE    TOO    LATE  



Like olives warmed by the unselfish sun of happy Greeks
Like babies’ cheeks
Her skin is smooth like soft and lustrous silk
And smells of milk
Like the trembling wings of a delighted butterfly
Who knows why?
A desert thorn each summer hopes for a drop of rain
Although in vain
In autumn every juicy bunch of grapes
Is squeezed to  wine or fades


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That Time Before Winter

It's that time before Winter and all through the yard
run pathways of petals all beautifully charred.
An assortment of heartwarming hues can be seen:
deep reds and bright yellows and shades in between.
How my innocent heart beats with hummingbird pleasure
at the sight of these wonderful bundles of treasure!
So I say to myself while my heart is a thumping,
"No time shall be wasted, these leaves are for jumping!"
To the largest collection of colors I race,
with laughter aplenty, the wind in my face
and the sun at my back, pushing me with its rays,
as I spring into Fall without looking both ways.
I land soft in the pile that the season provides,
as if leaping in laundry just recently dried,
and upon my resurfacing what should I see
but the base of what seems like a beanstalk to me.
I look up at the plant and think Jack would be proud
to descend such a towering tree from the clouds.
Though it's lacking its leaves, looking lonely and bare,
I just can't help but smile as I harmlessly stare
at what once was full green, so I shout out "hooray,"
giving thanks to the trees on this cool autumn day.
To you children at play, be your yards big or small,
Happy Leaf Leaping, friends, and to all a good Fall!


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Fall

The autumn air is crisp and clean

Bringing colourful acrobatics, yearly seen.

The dancing leaves entertain us all,

Changing their colours and like dancers fall

Gracefully, fluttering from the sky.

Forming carpets of colour where they now lie.

The most beautiful season of the year,

It's beautiful now that fall is here.


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Under the Rains She Purred

We enjoyed our walk below the autumn skies
Golden browns bloomed and graced our eyes

Hand in hand, through woods and fields
Marvelling at nature, and in what she yields

Darkness loomed on this late September afternoon
Clouds above massed, in impending monsoon

Slowly the rains fell from the skies
As the clouds opened in plentiful supply

I turned to my girl and she was on her knees
Her summer white dress in see through please

These autumn rains showed a lovely change in her
As she looked to the skies in delightful purr

Her wetted face had a glint in her eyes
As i kneeled before her, and her purr like cries

Our faces met, and our lips greet
In continual excite, repeat repeat

Sodden we are under this cascade of wet
This is one afternoon i will never forget





http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-8.php



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WINDY DAY IN THE CITY

  WINDY   DAY  IN  THE  CITY

Strain  unwillingly  round the  city street  corner 
Into   flurry  of  police   klaxon-horn  or 
Double-deck bus   or  hobo with beard  a-grizzle.
Saddened  people  rushing  in the drizzle,  
Wet  wind picking up,   weather  getting worse.
Breezy  gust snatches  a thousand leaves  to disperse 
From the autumn  trees  barely  awake:
Sudden blizzard  of   giant  golden  snowflakes
Obliterates  the wet sidewalks,  paved with  gold.
People smiling, surprised at it all,  pause and behold,
Brush  them off shoulders again and again. 
Ah  the glory of it.  No one thinks  of rain.
Never was a  transformation done so well : 
A heaven snatched from the jaws of hell.


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BIRD FLOCK

BIRD   FLOCK


In the fading  light’s  vast  expanse
Autumn evening’s graceful dance 
Flock of starlings countless, harmonised
One way, now another,  synchronised
Black-out the sky,  then  film-thin
Venetian blinds opening up,  closing  in
Pulsing wave of birds rolling over the sunset with ease
As one dynamic creature  turning in the breeze
Each bird an orchestrated part 
Titan  making love to the ocean’s heart 
As if its whole life were what it gave
Thrashing in wave after sensuous wave
Its eyes  open and close
In a giant climax and its throes.

...............................


NOTE

Seeing these marvellous bird displays is one of the delights of country living.
We saw this performance every autumn evening on the Irish coast.


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A Stranger in Our Midst

A Stranger in Our Midst


He came from out of nowhere, no one knew his name
His clothes were torn and ragged, none knew whence he came

The service was in progress when he walked in through the door
And fallen leaves of autumn went tumbling on the floor

He took a seat right at the back, away from prying eyes
He held a hymn book in his hands, the pages turning sighs

The organ started playing, it was the Crimond psalm
And a voice as rich as treacle soared through the evening calm

His presence was ethereal; we all could feel the charge
Of something pure and holy, growing very large

When the prayers were over he quickly slipped away
But left behind a memory that lingers still today.





The Lord's My Shepherd- Psalm 23
Scottish Psalter and Crimond

Couplet contest 23rd Feb 2010


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Too Soon

Questions rise, when every year
      An instinct tells them Autumn's near

A sign of season's sad farewell
     They form in arrows, numbers swell

In summer breezes, cool of night
      Against pink skies, with wings in flight

Familiar landmarks they recall
      A southern path, a time to go

They know the way, when autumn calls
      A calling voice that we don't know

The geese take wing, their journey starts
     How sad I am to see them part


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Wisdom Of The Last Leaf

How can you ever reap my sweetest fruit 
When you cut me entirely from the root?
A root sage as the last leaf of autumn 
Descending downward to its unknown tomb
With its words of wisdom of which I sing 
In vibrant voice but you hear me nothing!




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BY GRACE

When Autumn readies for harvest
not her full silos nor baskets imprest
not mellow vistas seen nor dressed trees, yellow-red
not Indian Summer's embrace nor late coloured flower beds
not Fall's living collage or wine newly pressed
not for walks in the woods or nature's largesse
but in thanksgiving ,daily blessed
for all the Lord's bountifulness


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Seasons

In the Spring of my life
I fell in love and took a wife
The children came with so much joy
First a girl and then a boy

In the Summer of my life
Things were good, there was no strife
We built a house and bought a new car
Everything was great-so far

In the Autumn of my life
Trouble began with my wife
Things got totally out of hand
And she ran away with another man

In the Winter of my life
I'm just trying to forget my wife
I don't know what tomorrow will bring
I just sit alone and think of Spring


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Nature's light desk

Sweet, hard, heavy rain to feed the needy earth
Every green and living thing now drinks for all its worth

The Act to come, A Winter’s Tale, a time of bracing rest
And all the while, behind the scenes, the Maker works with zest

Each season sees a brand new set; the light show has to change
Those colours fall, and twist, and flow, spectacular in range

In wintertime aurora lights set polar skies aglow
In spring a palette of flowers bloom and grass begins to grow

In summer rainbows crown the land as showers cool the air
And autumn has the final show as trees begin to bare

The Engineer responsible is known by many names
Whatever name you care to give, this beauty still remains


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Song of the Fall

  I wrested Autumn 

from the trees

to make a melody of leaves,

cacophony of yellowed reds,

reverberating in our heads,

Some crispy brown

and olive notes,

captured 

on a breeze that floats,

straight to you

and through your door,

collage of colors

on your floor.


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Autumn Ambrosia

Oak and maple trees turn to wines
As summer's final sumac twines
To autumn's cool amaretto scent
Among the season's soft lament.

The lattices of amber rose
Turn skeletal with fall's repose.

The final phase of new moon's chill
Brushes autumn upon the hill,
While fall's ambrosia soothes our fears
Of winter's cool crystal chandeliers.