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The heat of summer slowly dissipates.
Long days grow shorter and the weather cools,
as Autumn equinox delineates,
when children move from beaches back to schools,
and leaves begin to dry as sap recedes,
preparing for their colorful array.
When frost arrives with glistening silver beads,
Fall’s arbor shines in glorious display,
while pumpkins ripen in the farmer’s field.
Thanksgiving overflows from grateful breast,
with larders full of generous summer yield,
and nature slows for winter’s frozen rest.
Bright leaves fall, leaving twigs and branches bare,
as forest floors acclaim autumnal flare.
Fall
Autumn
Leaves of gold
Squirrels squirrel
their larders to fill
with nuts acorns fruits seeds
Hedgehogs start to hibernate
snuffling cosy place for to sleep
whilst Nature dreams of her Spring Parade
Written 25th August 2019
Contest Name Autumn or September or October Nonet
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Syllables Per Line: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
Total # Syllables: 45
Winter roars back,
May slips from view,
April has lost its anchor
in these storm tossed sky’s.
Songbirds scrabble under
canopies still too thin
for cover.
None look up but huddle
in puffer jackets recently stowed.
It snowed all day,
now the wind is shoveling daffodils
out of the soggy earth.
Mice nibble roots
brought up from old larders.
House cats glare from frosted windows,
bare feet wrap themselves in wooly
Christmas gifts.
When May arrives it will find us
defending slowly melting igloos.
Water is filtered through strong drink.
Fortunately, we have almanacs
and long range forecasts
so the present need for handmade arks
may not be necessary.
The squirrels are dashing here and there.
desperately filling winter larders.
They are still crazy for nuts, after all these years.
Autumn spurs the living and is a rest-home for the dying
it brings in new snow from the high hills
and turns flakes into cold raindrops.
The wind whinnies like a small wild pony.
Marginal changes happen
within a fluid hinterland.
Eyes get wider, feet heavier.
Kids get louder, expecting
God knows what.
Honey and tea for allergies
and sniffles.
The elderly
just sweep stiff crackling leaves
off their heads and shoulders
while asking the stars
for one last dance.
Autumn sun’s shimmering light, glorifies the day’s finale, at the top of the road, a beacon of fall.
Through golden leaves, which are swiftly whisking off the proud oak’s strong-held branches,
Alive with gentle glitzy touches of orange, and an occasional glimpse of yellow turning to red,
The leaves land in the ditch, cushioning themselves as they land, happily joining their cousins,
Giggling and laughing silently, unaware they will be damp, and cold, curling brown and stiff soon.
The bottom leaves have already discovered the corpse of the raccoon but they keep their counsel,
Not wanting to distress the top layers, who are still optimistically leaping from the oak, in joy.
End of September, life turning into death, and back into life, one season birthing the next,
A dance understood and appreciated by the oak, who has seen this dance longer than most.
End of September, a beautiful time of pumpkin pies and Mason Jars full of apple butter.
Larders full to bursting, a fantastic harvest, optimism at its height, the magnificent autumn dance.
Written 9-24-2018 End of September Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Life Lesson from a Best Seller
In appreciation of the nature trails of New Zealand,
It was not the journey, but friendships that formed as a band,
The time and memories strengthened, and kept challenges at bay,
Best friends to the end learnt wisdom in treks of clay,
Hardships built strong characters, with life where they roamed,
From where they were comfortable in their larders at home,
From where they were comfortable they travelled,
Stories inside the story became clear and unravelled,
The dangers could be lesser, through Poetry and Song,
When hiking in good company the road is never long,
The twists and turns in life itself with the unfamiliar turf,
Help us grow and propel us forward, for all it’s worth,
When travelling with a pack there is nothing to lack,
Good company will always see you through,
Supported by each others strengths’, in all you do!
I start with Spring glorious spring
the time when things wake up
and once more colour floods
the earth with beautiful scented flowers
They all bask with delight in the yellow sun
while birds are busy building nests
in which to lay and tend to their chicks
one day they soon will fly.
Spring fades into the hot warmth of summer
now its the turn of insects and creepy crawlies
ants scurry along about their tasks
now bees busily collect the pollen for honey.
Beautiful ladies promenade with their beau's
watching lovely butterflies take to wing
some are caught by passing birds
that delight in feasting on all insects.
On we go to autumn sadly saying good bye to summer
time now to bring in the bountiful harvest
larders stuffed full with goodies
like apples, corn and herbs
Stored away for later when winter's snow cover the earth
turning all white tucking into each crevice
and frost dangles like sparkling tinsel
or maybe even jewels of every colour
Lakes and shallow ponds freeze over
making people gladly huddle in front of roaring fires
sniffing the smells drifting in from the kitchen
Its Christmas and once more we Remember the Lord.
Also the true meaning of his birth
we can hear God whispering in our ears
all now start to get tired of this frozen land
yearning for much warmer chimes.
Suddenly one day winter dies away
Spring once again begins to rule the land
I’ve said this a thousand times and still I can never say it enough. Being a mother is the hardest and most thankless job there is and yet they do it for free. In my mother’s eyes, “the needs of the family would always outweigh the needs of the one.” After all the bills were paid, the groceries bought and safely stored away in their larders, you might see her in the store, eyeing that new dress, or new pair of shoes or whatever items that she would have liked to have. She would even go so far as to pick it up, turn it over in her hands and possibly even put it in her cart. But by the time she left the store, it would still be sitting on the shelf. Because, in her words she could get by with what she had. Besides, one of the kids might need something between now and next payday. I think that most mothers are pretty much the same. This is why we have a special day set aside just for them. So pick up the phone, give them a call. They don’t want fancy presents or flowers. They just want you to tell them you love them. Trust me one day you’ll wake up and realize that there’s no phones in heaven.
A simple phone call
maybe a hug and a kiss—
Gives moms all they want
Guttering fires
flame in leaf bones
cool winds
stir up sooty ghosts.
The trees that don't turn,
stay hung on a scaffold
where green ribbons fly.
Bat wings rattle
in morning airs.
Shoes crunch down
over the brittle fallen,
boots kick over
last ***-ends
of mist and light.
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Autumn expires in flames
yet simmers with flaring tints.
Leaf-fall crepitates and crackles
skived to crisp skins.
Hedgerows decant to vacant lots
bare twigs to wooden teeth.
Arboreal embers swirl
between barelegged winds.
The groundhogs have forsaken
dawns scant larders,
they seek deeper shelters
where moss-beds lay unseared
by smoldering remnants.
Frost glitters under
warm terracotta pots
Swish away you sweeping winds,
Halloween will be late this year
for the dead are still dying.