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It's Getting Late In the Season

~  Autumn Lovers ~  

It's getting late in the season
   Whatever the reason
The leaves have not turned
   Autumn lovers they've spurned

My eyes surprised; my heart a bit sad
   I spotted a tree to make all of us glad
Its leaves transformed to brilliant oranges and reds
   Visions of home, of warm hearth, dance in our heads

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Judy Ball Date: 10/19/2019 8:54:00 PM What makes Autumn so great is all the different colors not to mention it's harvest time which means lots of baking and canning. Great job here. God Bless, JB Login to Reply Gershon Wolf Date: 10/19/2019 9:28:00 PM Thank you so much for adding to the autumnal mix with your lovely comment, Judy! Warm wishes, Gershon

Kim Rodrigues Date: 10/19/2019 5:56:00 PM Looking for Fall and you found it...Eureka! Login to Reply Gershon Wolf Date: 10/19/2019 8:34:00 PM Aw, that's really sweet of you, Kim. Never had a 'Eureka moment before!' Warmest wishes, Gershon

Jennifer Proxenos Date: 10/19/2019 2:20:00 PM Warm orange, rusty, tangerine colored leaves in Autumn are an overwhelming sight - they inspire me and make me feel cozy! They remind me of my childhood - I used to love running through them and picking them up and throwing them up in the air like confetti. Hugs, Jennifer. Login to Reply Gershon Wolf Date: 10/19/2019 8:35:00 PM Thanks for reminding me of those days when leaves were so much fun, Jennifer. Even raking them up was fun, as we always made big piles for jumping into... Ah, 'the good old days!' ~ Yours in reminiscing, gw

Sandra Adams Date: 10/19/2019 9:40:00 AM it is sporadic around here, they have turned on some but others not, some trees are already bare...wonderful poem, nice ending :) hugs Login to Reply Gershon Wolf Date: 10/19/2019 8:37:00 PM There still are a lot of green trees here too in Chicago, and haven't seen any bare trees yet. Not many leaves on the lawn either. Getting late... November 9 is usually the due date for the first snow, though it may be just a trace that day. :) gw

Heidi Sands Date: 10/18/2019 2:14:00 PM Beautiful Gershon. I love the last line of this poem :) Login to Reply Gershon Wolf Date: 10/18/2019 5:08:00 PM My favorite line is the last line too, Heidi! ~ 'Great Minds that Think Alike :)

Chris Green Date: 10/18/2019 1:57:00 PM Beautiful my friend. The leaves down here don't change into brilliant colors like they do in the northeast, it basically is green to brown. But your wonderful poem paints those colors for me. Login to Reply Gershon Wolf Date: 10/18/2019 5:07:00 PM Chicago's bidding to be the 'new northeast,' at least for leaves... Actually, I lived in New Hampshire for four (long!) years (SNOWed under there every year), and the Autumns back then (late 60's and early 70's) were just magnifique… Thanks, Chris! :) gw

Michelle Faulkner Date: 10/18/2019 1:46:00 PM Yes, I love the colors this time of year, but it also makes me a bit sad too; great little gem of a poem, Gershon (soupmail on unrelated topic) Login to Reply Gershon Wolf Date: 10/18/2019 2:17:00 PM The turning of the leaves is bittersweet, isn't it? Good point, and thanks for the encouragement, Michelle! (heading to soup mail...) Warm wishes, Gershon