Tuesday, October 13, 2020

Food for the soul

 

red maple leaves

blazing fire & frisson

feed

this simple soul


quiet space is growing

as autumn grips the sky

copper & russet 

we fall

on bed warmed by hikes

our footprints invisible

by dying sun



Autumn Leaves



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Three Little Words by Sarah.  

I chose:  Feed.Quiet.Copper.   Join us when the pub doors open by 3pm EST.

20 comments:

  1. Great use of colour, Grace - as always. I particularly liked the footprints lost as the sun dies. You can feel the night lengthening in this poem.

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  2. Ah...we chose the same three words! Autumn is indeed food for the soul! :)

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  3. I really felt like I was on my own morning walk... and the same as Lilian's those colors are amazing.

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  4. I see you and Lill went for the same three words and both created a beautiful autumn collage with them. I love the use of colour in your poem and the sound of the fire in ‘fire & frisson / feed…’ I agree with Sarah about the footprints lost as the sun dies, and I felt the night lengthening too.

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  5. Oh my, those were popular words! Lovely imagery here Grace.

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  6. Very, VERY beautiful. Wow, I'm blown away.

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  7. full of peace and contentment every which way. so pretty

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  8. Lovely evocative words, imagery, and there had to be red maple leaves in there, right? 'Oh Canada...!'

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  9. This is such a gorgeous, gorgeous sketch of Autumn, Grace!💝 I love; "we fall on bed warmed by hikes."

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  10. I really like the color, and those last two lines.

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  11. The word copper led you to autumn leaves as well. It's a beautiful time of year here in my Indiana too. Enjoyed your words~

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  12. Beautifully written and a striking image too

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  13. A beautiful Autumn scene. I am really trying to appreciate the beauty of Autumn this year without getting taken over by the darkness. It's hard, but it is beautiful.

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  14. Those invisible footprints—I love that.

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  15. quiet space is growing
    as autumn grips the sky

    Autumn is so full of hope and it comes at a right time as salvation to the Covid inconvenience. Wonderful write Grace!

    Hank

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  16. Ilove your imagery of the leaves falling and the quiet space growing.

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  17. Love your soulful perspective on autumn, Grace!

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  18. Even with blazing colors, all of those holds comfort.

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  19. I love the imagery here, if you can "feel" colors, I feel them here, good job!

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  20. the alliteration makes my hear warm. the meaning, tender.

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