a maple leaf falls
on bench, wind-swirled, sun-creased
I heard a leap of faith
Grace @ Everyday Amazing
I inhale autumn's air
it is melancholy lilt as sun
browns the last leaf to gold
and russet
I gather fallen cones
cold as red-winged feather
along with decayed blooms
scented with rain
I brace myself for winter's
onslaught but today, i inhale
crisp air deeply like a warm
freshly bubbled soup
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight hosted by Abha ~ Thanks for the visit ~
Oh I love a feeling of such weather.. here all leaves have fallen, so the branches are bare... but i love the feeling of holding on to that last golden leaf
ReplyDeleteYes, some leaves are still hanging on ~ But the trees are almost bare too ~ Thanks Bjorn ~
DeleteEnjoy the beauties of autumn while you still can! Love the comparison of crisp air to warm soup! :-)
ReplyDeleteIts perfect for the cold nights, smiles ~
DeleteSuch a lovely poem Grace :D beautifully put!
ReplyDeleteThank you Sanaa ~
DeleteFall with winter in the wings, has been a popular & prevalent Muse for many of us recently; lots of gray chill & piles of colorful corpses out there on the trail. I like your poetic take on things because there is a kinder co-existence with the season, less rancor, embracing the smoothness between the barbs. I like the lines /I gather fallen cones/cold as red-winge feather/.
ReplyDeleteI have learned to embrace all the seasons though winter is my least favorite of all ~ Thanks for the thoughtful comments Glenn ~
DeleteLike the beautiful autumn and the warning for dreadful winter...a lot of changes...lovely.
ReplyDeleteThanks Abhra ~
DeleteAutumn is my favorite month and you captured its beauty so wonderfully!
ReplyDeleteI love the colors and autumn air ~ Thanks ~
DeleteSuch a wonderful poem Grace.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite lines:
I gather fallen cones
cold as red-winged feather
along with decayed blooms
scented with rain
Truly magnificently put. :)
Thanks Charlie ~
DeleteI love the line "I heard a leap of faith" in your opening haiku. I too notice your acceptance of your weather even though your winters are fierce to say the least. But in general it seems you have a positive outlook on life...and the seasons. It's quite admirable, Grace.
ReplyDeleteIt took me a while to get used to harsh winters but the season has been good to my muse ~ Thanks for the lovely comment ~
DeleteBrrrr, I know that winter is approaching...and I brace myself as well...but inhaling that autumn air deeply is perhaps what one should do to appreciate even the chill of the season.
ReplyDeleteI have grown to love that crisp chill of autumn ~ Thanks Mary ~
Deletecrisp as a golden delicious
ReplyDeleteThank you ~
DeleteA very nice piece Grace. >KB
ReplyDeleteThanks KB ~
DeleteSuch a beautiful snapshot of autumn. I could almost smell fireplace burning in the background along with the scent of the fallen leaves. Such good description.
ReplyDeleteI love the scent of the fallen leaves ~ Thanks Victoria ~
DeleteSuch a beautiful snapshot of autumn. I could almost smell fireplace burning in the background along with the scent of the fallen leaves. Such good description.
ReplyDeletethere's even a nip in the air here (such as it is).
ReplyDeletehappy weekend, Grace ~
Very much enjoyed this one! I to embrace the dying days of autumn and dread winter's breath.
ReplyDeleteLike the leap of faith of the falling leaf...
ReplyDeleteSmiles.. i suppose a dreadful
ReplyDeletefrozen winter is just
'cause to appreciate
the other seasons
so much more..
where memories
perhaps are more
likely stored in change
of seasons instead of
just two or less seasons
where i live.. smiles again..
there is only one for me
now in
Spring..
no matter
where the
band of me rings..;)
Such a lovely poem about fall. So many glorious images in this. The cones and then....the air like warm freshly bubbled soup...I inhale that aroma put together from all the elements of this poem. That aroma leads me home and gives me comfort.
ReplyDeleteThe opening haiku is especially beautiful and daring - it really made me sit up and notice. The warm and rich images in the rest of the poem also fit in well with the season and the theme.
ReplyDeleteThis autumn is so redolent for us. Lifting into the mind so clearly and cleanly.
ReplyDeletetotally, hear you in this... nice piece for this time of the year
ReplyDeletebut today, i inhale
ReplyDeletecrisp air deeply like a warm
freshly bubbled soup
How nice to be given solace and some comforts before trying times rear its ugly head!
Hank
Stunning descriptions!
ReplyDeleteGood to inhale while you can, as winter shall soon be here, ugg haha
ReplyDeleteWhat we take in in the world around us does feed our soul. This is a warm and sweet ode to the season Grace. Have a lovely weekend. :-)
ReplyDeleteYou and I were certainly in a similar weather space for this prompt. You on a more warm note. I'll take it.
ReplyDeletePerfection, Grace!
ReplyDeleteGreat reminder to savor the fall season instead of complaining about winter to come.
ReplyDeleteThis weather just brings about the poetic side of everybody. And I can see why. :)
ReplyDeleteBrowns the last leaf to gold... I love it, Grace.
ReplyDeleteI hope you're doing fine.
"...decayed blooms
ReplyDeletescented with rain"
I can smell this, Grace--so evocative of the scent of fall. Beautiful poem.
I'm bracing for the cold too. The heater is now kicking in during the night so now I'm bracing for the electric bill too.;) As always, thank you and have a wonderful week!
ReplyDeleteAhhh... beautiful. You have captured autumn's beauty and essence. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
I love autumn aas you describe it. Unfortunately these past windy and rainy days have shown its least enjoyable aspects.
ReplyDeletelove the bubbled soup image... and fall makes me a bit melancholic as well...those last leaves falling... such a contemplative mood in this one grace
ReplyDeletecrisp, totally expressive.....dreamy ...beautiful writing!!
ReplyDeleteFall. I keep falling in love with it.
ReplyDeleteLike an autumnal incantation that puts me in a spell.
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