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The Music of Autumn Leaves

Upon the final strains of Summer's swansong,
Autumn makes her appearance,
singing a harmonious hymn of hues
with scarlets, ambers, golds and russets,
the trees resplendent in their festive finery.

In the still pleasant air
the foliage falls as feathers, slow dancing;
an emerging carpet, chattering in the breeze,
sending sweet sounds of a susurrus symphony.

The music of autumn leaves 
is a serenade for the senses...
a paean to Gaia: soft, soothing, serene.

Autumn Calling

October's moving in
 I can feel it on my skin.
The wind blows lightly every leaf
 but brings in the cooling sheaths
 pushing back
 the leftovers summer beats lack;
In the quiet rush
 the trees whisper, hush
 calling out to all of us,
 change is in the breeze;
the warm that remains
 is just a hint of September games
 leaning into fall residue
 autumn calling in the faded hues;
colors ranging from the lime lemon blends
 into the shadings of olive-brown russets
 so many shadow feature ramblings
 rest in the crimson carmine maroons;
the sun rises late, ambers crawling in
 setting early to the harvest orange crimson
 and the reawakening of the blood moon
 with autumn calling a lurid dying of October from June;
October's moving in
 making for winter taunts and teasing
 in the constant changing of the season.

September

Splendor of golden days
Sky blue aster flowers
Showy forget-me-nots
Saphire tones, russets
Shadows casting deeper
Somber are the moods of
September so welcome
Sept ‘Lady Of Sorrows’

Cycles

The trees in the park today
Swaying in the breeze 
Saying goodbye to summer
And hello to autumn,
Clothed in their display of
Greens and browns and
Russets and yellows
That drift and flutter 
And slide to the ground
To form a soft carpet
At the footpaths edge
That rustles and crackles
And whispers underfoot
To accompany the sheer
Pleasure of walking 
Flat footed through it.
Perhaps this is a gift to say
We are starting to prepare
For the sleep of winter.
We’ll be back in the spring
Goodbye for now.
And so the trees in the park
Settle down for their long rest.
I walk that park day after day
And watch for the first signs
Of new green leaves and shoots
That welcomes back the spring
And signals the start of a 
New cycle of natural rebirth
And anticipating

A Season of Color

My favorite wonders and magic found in each Fall
are the way colors of trees raptly begin to sprawl
Across the woodland paths that I like to wander
the season fills me with many poems to ponder

Blazing leaves of yellow against skies of Prussian blue
then russets and copper and royal red break through
Swirling reflections saturate winding waterways
beautiful pallets to fill my picture-perfect seeking gaze

When gusty winds and rain come to gleefully play
We see the leaves set sail from the trees as they sway
As mist curls in the dawn, the nights welcome the cold
Autumn too must end so winter can begin to enfold


9-10-2020
Autumn-Fall Rhyme Challenge Poetry Contest
1st place premium Thank you!

A B C D E F G Etcetera

Awful avocados always
Breathe bitter blue breaths
Craving cardinal’s Christmas carols
Ditching deliberate dungarees during
Elusive extraterrestrial escapades.
Forsaking fitful Floridian flamingos,
Getting gaudy, gratuitous gnarly gifts,
Herewith having hilarious hefty hallucinations,
Imagining India’s illustrious indigo ideologies.
Jackals jerry-rigging jealous junking jackalopes
Kangaroos kissing kindly, 
Lamenting lovebirds likely leering 
Meandering muddobbers making merry,
Nevertheless necessary negotiations 
Ostentatiously overhauling orange ostriches
Private parties practically prancing,
Quiet questions quickly questioning
Ripe red russets revolving rapidly
Sensing secretive shadows shyly
Traveling through trickier times, 
Underlings ultimately understanding
Variegated virgins vitality
Waxing willfulness whilst
‘xacting ‘xtra ‘xciting
Yarned yellow youthfulness yipping young
Zesty zipper zings zealously, zapping zebras.

Beautiful Fall

Colors of autumn make me smile
Golden browns, russets, scarlets too
Sky today looks vibrant blue
Squirrels leap tree to tree
Gorgeous autumn day
Crazy pretty
Beautiful
Dainty
Fall

Unfolding

The leaves are slowly changing
To their russets, reds and golds
As the temps start dropping lower
So that autumn thus unfolds.

The porches decked with pumpkins 
Or with bright and cheery mums
Are reminders to acknowledge 
Crisp and chilly weather comes.

My t-shirts have been folded
And my arms sport longer sleeves,
Their hues quite often matching 
All the cozy-colored leaves.

My very favorite season,
With the palette I adore,
Often startles with its beauty,
Fading while I still want more.

Autumn Interlude of Honey

Looking out the window
Of the cancer ward
I see golds and russets
Way off to the distant horizon
Nigh a breeze gently swaying life
As the sun warms all colors
With its honey glow
I let my thoughts wander
Over lush hills and fields
Till peace pervades
And together become one



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on  December 11, 2018 for contest A PERSONAL FAVORITE POEM WRITTEN IN 2018 sponsored by CAROLYN DEVONSHIRE  -  RANKED 1ST

originally posted on October 25, 2018

Five Fall Fragments

temperatures drop ,daylight hours fly
on the lawn yellow leaves putrefy.

Pampas tinted old gold
bathed in the evening sun-
I siesta in  Fall shadows.

an old orchard wall
russets ready to fall-
pockets bulge with illegal harvest

Fallow deer feed at dawn and dusk,
Treading flat the beechnut husk

dank fog envelops
bonfire night-
the party becomes a
damp squib

She Who Makes Love To Me

Such a lovely ebony woman
so deserved to be loved
more precious than rubies
she is mentioned in Proverbs
when she kisses me and smiles
clouds darken the skies of her eyes
her fragrant breasts become a garden

After such tender mercies are offered
where myrtle bloomed red and spikenard white
quivering in the ruins of our pleasure
where bounteous kisses ran amok
distant groans where whirlwind struck
whispering moans of joy and anguish
caressing the russets of our blushes
we are docile, drooping weak as a leaf

Lost in the sweet feelings of gratefulness
of making love and the zeal to please
she who knows how to sway mercy from disdain
she who aggravates or sweetens my chains
mesmerizing me during sad or tranquil hours
increasing my affections with her indifference
she who holds the authority and the power
to keep account of my joys, my love, and my pain

Blossoms and Bubbles

While sunrise bathes the early morning air
Illuminating new dawn’s loveliness,
Where mild rain tints the pure of crystal glare
To rouse shimmery boughs through June’s finesse.

Herein, aisle of florets displays its charm,
In brightest russets , in the mildest blues
Unfurling nature's waltzes that disarm
While showers of mist embellish all hues.

And garlands pirouette to catch glossed drops,
That my own soft feet twirl in revelry
When bubbles of dew explode, then to pop,
On clusters’ sunlit jive waking a lea.

Till nightfall approaches to calm the flow
Blooms curtsy, praising godly Light’s halo.

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Sonnet Contest Submitted 8/21/2016
Checked at www.howmanysyllables.com
Originally Posted 3/30/2015

Turning Leaves

dissolving summers yield a muted sheen
and drawn-out shadows over meadows sprawl;
like dappled sunlight, golden peppered green,
the newly turning leaves sketch hints of fall,
in subtle hues at first, to softly blend
and blur the edge of treasured memories
with paths uncharted, yet to comprehend,
still ruffled by the scent of last night’s breeze.
An autumn palette, growing ever deep,
brings ochre, reds and russets from the past,
a richly coloured crop of times to reap
and weave a tapestry to ever last.

Autumn

Autumn is approaching rapidly.
Already leaves of many trees become
Converted. Some are changing vividly
To crimsons, russets, shades of gold and plums.
The asters, goldenrods, gentians abloom.
The insects lethargy increasingly
Arresting to the eye. Their fate presumed.
Familiar fragrances bewitchingly
Seduce me, spurring happy memories:
The children celebrating Halloween.
The jack-o'-lanterns smiling bright and stories
About the living dead are told between
The sips of hot deliciousness.... Cider!
Need I ask for more amidst this splendor?

Sweeping Leaves In the Wind

There is something strangely satisfying
About sweeping leaves in the wind.
A pure and pristine panacea for the soul.
As the impish zephyrs play
With a rustle of laughter
Tumbling through;
Sometimes for,
Some against, the action of my toil.
With the rhythmic swish of my broom
The breeze blows and the branches bow,
Scattering Nature's confetti.

A tree lives a lifetime every year.
From the youth of Spring through Summer's prime,
To the regal twilight of Autumn,
Reminding us that there is such beauty in old age.

As a child I saw
In my mind's eye, 
The word AUTUMN written
in the russets and ochres of the falling leaves.
Colours so bright, but with an earthiness that grounded,
Enveloping in the warmth of Nature.
Akin to wood smoke and open hearths,
Unlike the flashy pomp of Summer's gaudiness.

Autumn awakens sleeping memories,
Turning my thoughts to the magic of childhood
And how I used to play at being grown up
As, in youthful innocence,
I attempted the futile task
Of sweeping leaves in the wind.

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