Autumn As Pictures, Sounds and Fragrance
Autumn As Pictures, Sounds and Fragrance
Scenery either seen before,
Or only imagined in your mind,
Or felt in your heart,
Or heard without sound.
Sound and sight,
Aroma and feel,
All captured by words written in
Dreams and memories.
The sound of fallen down autumn colored leaves
As you push and then drag your footsteps through them
Listening to their “scrunch”.
The fragrant odor of leaves
Raked into piles in the yard and lighted by match
In the early darkening of evening as the cold nips at your fingertips.
The feel and crackle of corn stalks as you walk,
A fence row taller than you,
As they scrape the mackinaw red and black wool plaid coat.
The feel of soft wind as you lay
Under the maples, enwrapped in their red finery,
Looking out at the yellow overcoats of larch
As they march like a field of toy soldiers up the mountains to the snowy peaks.
The bubbling laughter of brook
Transporting its covering of fallen leaves which swirl and dance in the rapids
Of a river which has run through it.
The owl sound, distant but close,
Unearthly coming to you
As you walk in the cold, underneath the clear sky
With its ornament of full moon.
Words as pictures.
Words as autumn.
Scenery either seen before,
Or only imagined in your mind,
Or felt in your heart and soul.
David Holmes
10/21/2020
Copyright © David Holmes | Year Posted 2020
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