Autumn Awe

In woods, I stopped my rustling steps to stare: a coloured leafy carpet on the ground, bereft of leaves, the trees were looking bare, the softly drifting leaves the only sound. written 22nd October for Eve's Still Life Autumn contest

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Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 10/26/2020 5:41:00 AM

- Congratulations on your win, Jack :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Eve Roper

Date: 10/25/2020 9:08:00 PM

Jack, congratulations on your win, great imagery . Hugs Eve

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 10/24/2020 8:18:00 AM

It must have sounded almost like a hymn. Beautiful write Jack, Best of Luck hugs and blessings, Jennifer

John Watt

Date: 10/23/2020 9:44:00 AM

This is a lovely, soul-quieting snapshot of autumn beauty. ~ John

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 10/22/2020 6:18:00 PM

simple, succinct and gorgeous! THANKS for getting a kick out of my buried hatchets. I thought it was one of my better writes recently but I don't think many others agreed!!

Susan Ashley

Date: 10/22/2020 4:53:00 PM

Yes! Dear Jack, I too, have experienced the very same moments of Autumn awe that your gifted pen has so beautifully expressed. It is wondrous, both this moment experienced in Nature and your exquisite poem where I can savor the sound of softly drifting leaves again. Inspiring poetry my dear friend.. Best wishes for a win and warmest wishes for you.. ~Susan

Sara Kendrick

Date: 10/22/2020 3:35:00 PM

Very descriptive of this time of year. We are not very colorful here yet and a lot of the trees are turning brown and the leaves falling off with going to the color stage because of the dry weather I guess. Thanks for all the visits to my page. Sara

Paul Callus

Date: 10/22/2020 2:20:00 PM

You are on a roll, Jack! Again, a most delightful poem; I love the end line. Regards // paul

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 10/22/2020 12:25:00 PM

- A little strange ... the trees take the "clothes" off for the winter ... while the people put on woolen clothes - A silence in your forest, Jack ... a little a scary silence - Best wishes in the contest with this wonderful poem :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)