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| Posted by: Camac 13-Oct-2008, 07:50 AM |
| Tis Fall the Best Of Seasons. Mild sunny days Long cool nights In Vee formation Geese in flight. South they fly To warmer climes A prelude to Winters' icy charms. The leaves from green To yellow turn.then Gold and red,then Drift to ground There form a bed Where squirrels bound From spot to spot Burying nuts,later To be found. The Salmon run is past They've spawned and died In giving life. On each morn The Frost does lay A crystal blanket Where chipmunks play. The crops are in The corn piled high The fields in fallow Now do lie, to sleep The Winter through. The Harvest Moon Shines yellow bright To bathe the Pumpkins In golden light. The air is still And clear as glass An odd cloud cross The Moon does pass. Out on the Lake The Loons give cry As if to Summer They say good-bye. Tis Fall. |
| Posted by: Harlot 13-Oct-2008, 08:16 AM |
| Thank you for this lovely poem. In the room where I am right now,I can look out the window and see the trees turning the golds and reds. It's so pretty right now. |
| Posted by: flora 13-Oct-2008, 08:18 AM |
| This is beautiful, Camac. I can only go into my mind's eye to experience an Autumn like this. Thank you for putting it into such a wonderful prose. Flora |
| Posted by: John Clements 13-Oct-2008, 08:45 AM |
| Once I favored spring…now I’m not sure anymore. Thanks Dave. JC |
| Posted by: stoirmeil 13-Oct-2008, 11:42 AM | ||
Always loved fall the best . . . How could a person write it better? Just one well-loved and familiar image after another, called to mind and gently let fall, like a leaf.  |
| Posted by: Lady-of-Avalon 26-Oct-2008, 05:50 PM |
| Indeed fall is my prefered season after winter of course. The air is crisp and fresh. Your poem cannot describe it better for it is the loveliest season. Thank you. LOA |
| Posted by: stoirmeil 02-Nov-2008, 12:40 PM |
| Here is another poem about autumn, a little more somber and contemplative, that I came across today. I'll add it here, since it fits with your meditation, Dave: To a Leaf Falling in Winter by W. S. Merwin At sundown when a day's words have gathered at the feet of the trees lining up in silence to enter the long corridors of the roots into which they pass one by one thinking that they remember the place as they feel themselves climbing away from their only sound while they are being forgotten by their bright circumstances they rise through all of the rings listening again afterward as they listened once and they come to where the leaves used to live during their lives but have gone now and they too take the next step beyond the reach of meaning "To a Leaf Falling in Winter" by W.S. Merwin from Present Company. © Copper Canyon Press, 2007. Reprinted with permission. |