Tuesday, October 25, 2016

postcard: first autumn


first inhale -you are breathtaking.  a sea of colors i have not seen before.   i marvel at the bright shades of leaves shimmering like jewels under the sun.  you spark the boldness in me as you fold the long summer nights to shorter cooler days.   change can be beautiful.   you inspire me to embrace change. my second motherland, our heartbeats may not be wholly in sync for now, but i am listening to my guts.  my footprints follow your peace, gentle as autumn breeze.  
    
beyond the wooden bridge
maple leaves fall softly as rain -
i turn a page






Grace@ Etobicoke Creek Trail


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Poetics;  first time hosted by Kelly Letky ~ I remember my first year in Canada many years ago - it was a season of changes.   Thanks the visit ~

22 comments:

  1. Your haiku is killer, & your tribute & discovery poem to autumn is lovely, deep, & dark. I like the lines /our heartbeats may not be/wholly in synch for now, but I'm listening to my guts/.

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  2. I love that this is a 'postcard', Grace, and that sentence: 'you spark the boldness in me as you fold the long summer nights to shorter cooler days', which encapsulates autumn for me. The haiku is a flourish!

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  3. I love the sense of wonder you captured, making me feel a bit like I was seeing autumn for the first time as well. Maine had some amazing autumn colors this year, too.

    Love your ending, we are always turning pages on our firsts.

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  4. A lot to discover as the seasons change and life changes with it.

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  5. To seek roots in new soil, I imagine how much a first autumn or the first snow would be... it's almost change on change

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  6. autumn is my favorite season bar none--so great to read the flow of autumnal poetry!

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  7. I've only been to Canada once, briefly--but so beautiful. When we are in the desert we are joined by so many Canadians fleeing the cold. Such nice people...every one of them I've met.

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  8. I have to figure out how to comment on comments on my blog. I used to but something when haywire. Anyway, I think my poem already was in the first dVerse collection. I will check. Couldn't resist posting it for this prompt though.

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  9. Lovely halibun here Grace. Enjoyable read. :)

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  10. and so deos life........................beautiful , beautiful, beautiful verse:)

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  11. and so deos life........................beautiful , beautiful, beautiful verse:)

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  12. Beautiful! I wish I was there.

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  13. so quietly and gently the transition can be between summer and fall if our steps are slowly and softly taken.

    lovely write, Grace

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  14. It is only with effort that I remember there are mountains and valley's covered in the changing of seasons.

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  15. When heartbeats go rogue, listen to your guts. YES. This is beautiful, Grace. And a gorgeous photo.

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  16. I like the idea of a "second motherland." It's amazing how the places we live become a part of us.

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  17. Stunning! I had a recent road trip and you described the colors I witnessed perfectly. Thank you. Have a wonderful week!

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  18. A beautiful tribute to nature. Lovely.

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  19. Beautiful post and photo to go with, Grace. Here in the US Fall's colors are vibrant but leaves are beginning to accumulate everywhere.

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  20. Your thoughts on embracing change: a lovely share, pinned so evocatively against the metamorphose, that is autumn. The haiku: wonderfully synergetic with the prose.

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