Colors loosen
Contours wander
World tilts
Just a little
As if trying to hear
Its own heartbeat
November's crisp, cool early fall
Recalling favorite fun times.
The soothing sounds of the wind chimes
Sweet sight of amber, red nightfall.
Jade ivy clung to the stone wall;
November's crisp, cool early fall.
Gray squirrels scurried everywhere.
Small mockingbirds' charms filled the air.
Small whirlwinds uplifted, swirling,
Pinwheel of autumn leaves, ebbing.
November's crisp, cool early fall,
Brought a hummed wistful tune to all.
The golden sunshine filtered bright,
Ripe Autumn wine was a grand sight.
Trees sashayed calmly, proud and tall
November's crisp, cool early fall.
In so few words,
Autumn leaves her poetry
On the silent breath of a prayer
Prayed by a soul who can hear
The voice of heaven
In each crumbling leaf
Listen to her voice
As she prays, mumbling phrases
In rhythms of grace,
Dewy eyed expressions of life
Rising from the melancholy
Sung by gentle praises
In so few words,
Autumn sings her song
Stirring the distant prayers
Of a heart who won’t go wrong
A soul who sees through the years
The blessing of heartfelt tears.
Crisp leaves write their verse
In the kindness of a bouncing squirrel
In the warmth of hearth
In the moon who knows she’s loved
In the sun who remembers
Autumn’s ink is forever kindled
By the prayers of her gentle whispers
Oversized sweater, sipping warm cider, gazing at the crisp morning beauty.
As mornings gradually get brisk.
Dew lays settled upon the ground, awaiting the sun to warm the chill away.
Leaves slowly change with the months, from summer green to a mixture of autumn reds, oranges, and browns.
Leaves gracefully falling, sharing their beauty.
Inhaling the crisp autumn air, an earthy, musky scent engulfs my senses.
Sipping from my mug, each sip tasting of cinnamon, cloves, allspice, and apples; just the smell comforts my soul.
Who knew autumn would show us how beautiful it is to let go of the past?
Celebration begins,
Charcuterie boards and
Chilled bottles of champagne.
Chilled champagne poured, served in
Coupe, flute, tulip glasses,
Creates bubbles and fizz.
Cheers, raise glasses and sip.
----------The Future from a Variety of perspectives and Disciplines---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
He told a crowd of people
that his thought was the person in question
could not handle
the beauty of the woman he loved.
Not mentioning that he
had intentions on making
the mans life miserable.
He lacks what he needs to
be capable to secure and
keep the woman of his desire
there he cursed what he was doing
a demanding woman either
is against a thyme frame
in her head
or has been justified in why
she is allowed to treat a man
a certain way. The Obeoist is a
Strong willed woman. She lacks
compassion for anyone who
pursues her. Even if she
kind enough to be his freind.
Written by a Strong Willed Man
Steig Mi-ah Linagraff of Stoughtiey
His freind Varg refused to tell him
she belived in things that had no discription.
Hrafn Kiseer" You aint Man enough to do
what she needs".
Rustling, blowing, whooshing
Like the moments before twilight,
Following shadows home, stolen
Lights, glistening across the night,
Hesitant as the forest’s calm,
Still blessings, wafting through dawn,
Rising like dew graced petals,
Reflecting the darkness, the loss
Of a moment before morning warms,
Sunlight reaching through the limbs,
Oaks and maples, painted graceful,
Listening to the brilliance of fiery golds,
The satin joy of burgundy and rust,
Fires glowing on the endless branches
Trees providing what our hearts surely need,
The aching embrace of crisp, autumn leaves!
O'Elohim
smells in the air
crisp, clean, beautiful
Mine Elohim
Our subconscious mind
crisp clean, beautiful
Our Father's Heart beating in us
crisp clean beautiful
Silently awakened birds
sing tweeting praise
crisp and clean O' so beautiful
Blessed are we who awakened this new day we are filled with His Our Father's grace, peace love Thank you Father for awakening
--- crisp, clean and beautiful ????
8/2/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
Sweet sentiments stir softly between lovers
Whispering winds woo the weeping willow’s limb
Love and warmth linger between the crisp covers
No longer walking along death’s scary rim
Moonlight moments in midnight’s dewy druthers
Silken strands of starlight illuminate him
Sonnet of love in romantic language spun
Tapestry of lovers, two hearts beat as one
crisp morning you are
full of natural wonder
by 10 you are thawed
winters crispin breath I so love her
soon to be upon us now ever so cool calming kiss
crosses seasons drifts
~
temperature a nix- pure
abundance land mass colors
wash away gray runs soil love her
~
colors being held she her winter sonata
captive upon us so soon wind blown kisses
she's mine love a breath crisp winter
12/3/23
For WINTER SONATA POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored by: Jub Brul. © 2023
pretty daisy
crisp, clean, perky,
she outshines the sun
on this overcast day
her petals are unmoving windmills
her seeds sit up expectantly
I have a granddaughter named after her
crisp air, foggy mist
surrounds red, orange, and red leaves....
dawn touches the earth
It ought to light up my being
With the color and passion
Of its crisp, browning magic
It ought to bring the sounds
Of fire crackle, warm abrasions
And unlimited clinks to hearths
Of every size and flavor
It ought to turn down the heat
Turn up the chill
And turn on the love
It ought to renew our sense
Of joy, togetherness and those
We wish could walk through the door
Just once more
It ought to gather all the lost sheep
Whether dislocated, disaffected or disowned
Into a herd, bonded with purpose
It ought to create human nature
Along the same lines as Mother Nature
Turning green with envy into
Subtle tones of peace
It ought to allow pumpkins
And turkeys and trees and menorahs
To dance the dance, and hug it out
It ought to be autumn..
(10/21/17)
Yesterday I saw a leaf or two fall to the ground Today while walking I heard a crunching sound
Looking up I saw some leaves had turned yellow The middle of August and temperatures are mellow
I'm getting so excited because it's almost September I've been this way about fall as long as I can remember Tomorrow I'll go shopping for apples and sweet cider The store clerk laughs and couldn't be more snider
Apples I got plenty, but aren't you rushing the fall season
Summer's not even over yet so what is your reason So I tell him, not feeling the slightest bit of shame September is my favorite month and the trees feel the same
Author Eileen Clark 2023
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