Simple Autumn Poems

In the cool of an autumn morning
my father and his friend, 
Jimmy Kerin, would go
mushroom picking in paddocks 
way out past the last suburban fence.
I...

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In the quiet of the  morning's embrace,
Where whispers of dawn softly trace,
I find solace in the gentle hue,
Painted by the sun, breaking through.

In the...

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As morning light unveils its grace,
A modest smile adorns each face.
No need for grandeur, just beguile,
A simple smile, a cherished style.

No eloquence in words to...

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The morning after Halloween
Amidst golden autumn leaves
An old white sheet can still be seen
Hanging from the eaves

Stripped from its bed, this linen ghost
We’d set up...

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Just sitting down in my most visited space looking back with eyes wide open not closed viewing the scene again this time the life took...

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Each year the ghost of past Falls’ returns
bringing its  simple—but wondrous—treasures.
Turning the world to harmonious earthy hues.
Ardent amber, golden orange, warm browns of
walnut, spicy...

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In an orchard bathed in golden light,
Beneath the azure sky so bright,
We venture forth on this autumn day,
To pick apples ripe in an orchard array.

The...

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CIDER TIME

Just like the leaves, apples eventually fall
An early hint of October’s natural bounty
The time to be making more cider is now
On misty mornings, picked...

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First day
of Fall—hey,
I love the way
I feel today


“Just a simple little ditty, not too long and not so witty, but a feel-good sweet refrain that...

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Emotions are breaking me like horses now
Will I let them force me to drag their plow?
They are given control by what I allow
What I want;...

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It’s starting to cool down here in Connecticut. Leaves are falling, like giant, burnt snowflakes (science says that trees send chemical signals to their branches...

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Bundled in a horse-drawn sleigh  
warm and snug on Thanksgiving Day
the children restless, we went on our way
as the shedding forest began to sway
and...

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Beyond the Distant Horizon 
David J Walker 

Faint 
	Octobers morning sun 
Was more tolerant 
of simple sight
The malaise set at peace  
The disquisitive gaze...

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I’m a path inside the wood,
And twisted by design.
Despite my aim for greater good,
By me there stands a sign.

“Not a Trail,” is what they read,
By...

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Ghost Of Tsali Comes

Lost in mist and maze
Ghost of Tsali in the corn
River water runs

Colors of fall alive
“Til moon replaces sun
That’s when Tsali comes 

Corn...

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