October glitters of roads
dusty
Of fallen maple leaves
yellow
as roasted plump pumpkin
brown
as burnt paprika and sugared
cinnamon
Days fold quickly into heavy
silence
I tend to my secret
sorrows
Brushing them with moon-
light
They gleam ... an early first snow-
drop
Grace@Everyday Amazing
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Kim Russell. This is a 44 word post with the chosen word - EARLY. See you when the pub doors open at 3pm. Thanks for the visit.
Brushing them with moon-light They gleam ... an early first snow-
ReplyDeletedrop...I like this ending a lot. The entire last stanza is stellar.
Nice use of the phrases "secret sorrows" and "heavy silence".
ReplyDeleteYou write with an amazing sense of colour. This is just heavy with it.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous autumn colours and aromas in this one, Grace! I love the lines:
ReplyDelete'Days fold quickly into heavy
silence'
and
'Brushing them with moon-
light
They gleam ... an early first snow-
drop'.
The brushing your sorrow with moon-light is amazing... we need to treat them gently don't we? Sorrows are precious and should be treated with care...
ReplyDeleteNice, looking forward to the snowdrops :)
ReplyDeleteSorrow would be brought upon me if the snow drops too lol
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Grace. :)
ReplyDeleteA lovely toast to fall and the change to come. I can;t think of first snow yet though. A lovely write.
ReplyDeletePat
My goodness this is absolutely breathtaking verse, Grace!❤️
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Grace, and so timely. Here in the Lower Hudson River Valley of New York, we're still waiting for foliage.
ReplyDeleteyour last stanza took me down a faded memory - tending to the secrets of the heart - what a lovely line that makes sense of a lot of worry and anxiety
ReplyDeleteBeautiful colours and sumptuous tastes - that is what autumn is - lovely
ReplyDeleteWow see my old friend. That/this is fantastic. So rich. I loved the folding line and the images still remain. Your voice is calm and pretty and clear. I saw all showed me.
ReplyDeleteLovely imagery, I like how you communed Oct changes and early snowfall to secret sorrows...indeed the chill of Oct seems a time of whispers and secrets.
ReplyDelete"days fold quickly into heavy silence", October does feel that way and I hope no snow comes yet.
ReplyDeleteAll of these distinct seasons we so admire are like transitions in our thoughts and actions....like a reset button. I could feel the sense of hope in the last stanza. Even the Fall brings us hope with it's scents, shapes and colours.
ReplyDeleteI like your progression of October folding into heavy silence and moonlight gleaming.
ReplyDeleteI loved the imagery in the first stanza. Autumn is such a lovely time of year!
ReplyDeleteThe format is so endearing. So lovely!
ReplyDeleteLove that glistening first frost in sunshine.
ReplyDeleteas burnt paprika and sugared
ReplyDeletecinnamon ~
wow, this is such a delightful colour combo and creative descriptive element, it literally stopped me dead for its sheer beauty!
and then to continue to the collection of sorrows, keeping them hidden, - what a contrast to the richness, the warmth of the colours in the first stanza - a very bright image comes up, sort of looking at a black and white photo nestled against a coloured one, and then, the soft ending - which is really wonderful - brushing sorrows with moonlight to allow for the silver lining-
this is such a deceptively rich poem Grace - it seems "simple" at the outset, and yet it is so well contrasting and complimentary within itself - layered, textured and graceful - well done in 44!
I love your paring of the seasons and feelings. Autumn is such an interesting mix of beauty and decay, sparkling and sorrow.
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ReplyDeleteLife Death
Fall
Early
Rising
Love's
Year Round..:)
Grace- this is so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteLove that second stanza, the secret sorrow being tended to as October leads to the dusting of winter snow.
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful, Grace, from your very first line to the end.
ReplyDeleteLove that first line!
ReplyDeleteThis is melancholy (like autumn), but so beautiful. I particularly like:" I tend to my secret
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Brushing them with moon-
light
They gleam ... an early first snow-
drop"
Ah, those colors are shining in their own light here — the feel of it is made all the way more enriching and evocative through such tender mixtures of hues.
ReplyDeleteThe melancholic second stanza is lovely!