my lazy left eye draws
the half-moon, a solandis
as i capture the last of summer's bounty-
peachness of ripe oranges
abundance of tomatoes in boxes
fallen rose petals
a susurrus of the cool breeze
slow drawl of honey bees
burble of chickadees on red barbarry shrub
babble of racing black squirrels
bloom of the last yellow bud of cucumber
greeness of rotting crab apples
empyrean of sunlight on fading grass
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This is absolutely a sensory delight! The sounds in lines 7 through 10 ... I can hear them through your words. And then I come back to the wonderful visuals. A wonderful poem indeed.
ReplyDeleteYour poem is a wonderful appeal to the senses, Grace. I enjoyed picturing the fruit and the bright colours – it’s dark here – and the sounds of the breeze, honey bees, chickadees and squirrels – it’s also very quiet.
ReplyDeleteOh my, each word slipped in so beautifully, Grace. Still...I love "peachness of ripe oranges".
ReplyDeleteYou have painted us an amazing picture with your words
ReplyDeleteYou had me at "burble of chickadees on red barbarry shrub". Your sensual adieu to summer is a delight to experience. None of the words felt forced; smile.
ReplyDeleteI love the colours in this one, and the peaceful pace of the poem, gently letting us into autumn.
ReplyDeleteGrace you effected such smooth integration of the words. This is a beautiful time of the year and your poem sings it.
ReplyDeleteGrace, I like your list. It does justice of the picture you posted; I don't have a scintilla of thoughts where it might be. My favorite is the "susurrus of the cool breeze" as it only appeals to once of the senses, we cannot not even see it or from who or what it came. Only a feel, touching it. The others we could see the perpetrator.
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Very beautifully done, Grace! Your summer harvest descriptions are perfect!
ReplyDeleteNice one Grace
ReplyDeleteMuch💛love
A hush before autumn.
ReplyDeleteI felt peaceful reading this. Lovely how you got all those words to pain just the right images. Thanks. Lovely. Xo, Selma.
ReplyDeleteWhat a delight for the senses your poem is, Grace! I love the pictures you painted.
ReplyDeleteWe cannot be so engrossed withis
ReplyDeletepassing earth we forget our eternity:
I saw the 'other side';
our death isnt TheEnd.
I know. I'm a NDEr.
'Dream your dreams about what YOU
want to do in Heaven; dare to ask for
the impossible and all the gifts YOU
have ever wanted from Me. Expect Me
to hear YOU and fulfill your every desire'
-Jesus •(from 'Lui et Moi' [He and I] by
Gabrielle Bossi, translated)•
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