darkening eyes, wind-curled blades
on pathway, fallen from
maple trees
one by one
i tread with gratefulness
i'll (always) remember how you
torch the sky with brilliant orange hues
your rust-yellow fingers
quivering with fire & sundust
my eyes are blinded
by beauty
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson. This is 44 word post with the given word, Quiver. I have been spending time outdoors, enjoying our beautiful but short autumn season. See you in the poetry trail.
I love the amazing colors too, alas they are already coming to an end... there is such a quivering brilliance in that final gasp before winter.
ReplyDeleteStunning photo, Grace, and a gorgeous piece. I adore "torch the sky."
ReplyDeleteAutumn does seem to blind one's eyes with beauty.
ReplyDeleteThe colours blaze. A lovely scene.
ReplyDeleteYour quadrille is beautiful and kissed by autumn colours, Grace!
ReplyDeleteLove how the title is refered to in the poem itself. I adore autumn...and oh yes....I love looking up through the leaves when the sun is shining, into the blue sky above and it really does make you squint ... and also just let out your breath in amazement at the beautiful colors you see!
ReplyDeleteIt is just starting to become autumn here with colored leaves. I love torch the sky. Indeed, the trees do seem to do that!
ReplyDeleteSuch a wonderful photo to go with your poem of thanks.
ReplyDeleteHow completely gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteThe leaves sure can make a path and are vibrant indeed.
ReplyDeleteAutumn does make one quiver standing in awe of it's beauty. That is a beautiful photo.
ReplyDeleteSundust! And what a photo - we must remember to look up!
ReplyDeleteWonderful words and photo. :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a perfect photo to use for this color rich poem.
ReplyDeleteI love the subtlty and evocative imagery in this one, Grace!
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