Monday, September 24, 2018

autumn's sky



you crease the sky
into periwinkle cornflower

hold the raindrops & dew
scent of apples & pumpkins

into pot of autumn amber,
soup for my cold feet

harbor me here, until
my wings grow steady,

glinting bold black with orange streaks  
winking under sun




Wild Sunflowers, Everyday Amazing

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille - 44 word post with the word, Harbor.  Hosted by Lillian Hallberg.  Thanks for the visit.

37 comments:

  1. I love all the colors and scents you weaved into your poem for all senses... very good.

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  2. Your sensual and soft tribute to the smear of twilight's last gasp is delicious, wonderful.

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  3. I love the use of colour in your quadrille, Garce, especially in the lines:
    'you crease the sky
    into periwinkle cornflower'
    and the way the whole poem appeals to the senses.
    It's become decidedly chilly here and I could do with a 'pot of autumn amber, / soup for my cold feet'.

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  4. Grace - we were both thinking of sky and wings and autumn today - lovely write.

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  5. This reads like a prayer: arbor me here, until
    my wings grow steady....

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  6. Beautiful writing - I especially liked;
    "harbor me here, until
    my wings grow steady."

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  7. Soup for my cold feet!!! Love that line!

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  8. Such a beautifully fragrant and visual poem. One thing I adore about fall in addition to the colors, is that it's soup time! :) Tonight my husband is making ravioli with butternut squash filling; some with porcini mushroom stuffing; and all with sage butter. YUM! Your poem and now my comment have me suddenly hungry :)

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  9. You description is so exquisite - loved every line.

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  10. Yes, your beautiful offering is filled with all of the senses, Grace, and there's such tenderness in your words. xo

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  11. Such colours - you write like a painter.

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  12. I adore this, Grace. So delicious and comforting. I needed this today.

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  13. This is really a nice Quadrille. It felt like a prayer to me a I read your beautifully descriptive words.

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  14. Harbor For Humidity Never Ending Summer Fall
    Spring Winter may or may not Come
    For Summer's
    Breath
    Harbors
    Ever Within LoVE NoW..:)

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  15. Have a feeling those feet will sure stay warm

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  16. Such a stunning tribute to the arrival of autumn!💞 Especially love; "scent of apples & pumpkins" and oh "orange streaks  
    winking under sun."😊

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  17. I love the colors and scents, and "harbor me here."

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  18. A "pot of autumn amber" would be a perfect thing for relaxation — the kind of harbor you have pictured here resonates with a comforting touch of these vivid colors.
    -HA

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  19. Evocative writing. I really like this piece. Love the periwinkle cornflower! Nicely crafted.

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  20. Love this Grace, the colors and scents. I can smell that soup...nourishing/ nurturing and keeping you safe till you're fully cooked. Love it.
    Sarah's comment nailed it, by the way☺.

    Pat

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  21. Lovely Grace, love the flowers, fruits, colors and overall feel of nature.

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  22. I really like the imagery in this piece. A well written quadrille.

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  23. I love autumn ember as soup for my cold feet!

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  24. You have captured an autumn day. It certainly feels like it here. Gone are sunflower kisses as the mums hum an autumn song.

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  25. Your images and colors and scents are all delightful!!!

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  26. Delicate in tone and vibrant in colour. "Until my wings grow steady..." - lovely.

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  27. earth can be a safe harbour not just the cove of a sea, it does hold us until we are ready to face the world, such a beautiful analogy Grace

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  28. You sound like a summer bird :) Safe home!

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  29. "soup for my cold feet" is simply fantastic.

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  30. What a lovely depiction of fall!

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  31. I'm always impressed by what you do with our language. Creasing the sky with periwinkle... lovely.

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  32. Enchanting colors, and I love the idea of Autumn soup for your feet.

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  33. "into pot of autumn amber,
    soup for my cold feet" It's such a beautiful picture of Autumn down here; that and butterflies

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  34. Cleverly written Grace, all hemmed in by beautiful colors

    Hank

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