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.
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.
ReplyDeleteAh...we chose the same three words! Autumn is indeed food for the soul! :)
ReplyDeleteI really felt like I was on my own morning walk... and the same as Lilian's those colors are amazing.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteOh my, those were popular words! Lovely imagery here Grace.
ReplyDeleteVery, VERY beautiful. Wow, I'm blown away.
ReplyDeletefull of peace and contentment every which way. so pretty
ReplyDeleteLovely evocative words, imagery, and there had to be red maple leaves in there, right? 'Oh Canada...!'
ReplyDeleteThis is such a gorgeous, gorgeous sketch of Autumn, Grace!💝 I love; "we fall on bed warmed by hikes."
ReplyDeleteI really like the color, and those last two lines.
ReplyDeleteThe word copper led you to autumn leaves as well. It's a beautiful time of year here in my Indiana too. Enjoyed your words~
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written and a striking image too
ReplyDeleteA 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.
ReplyDeleteThose invisible footprints—I love that.
ReplyDeletequiet space is growing
ReplyDeleteas 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
Ilove your imagery of the leaves falling and the quiet space growing.
ReplyDeleteLove your soulful perspective on autumn, Grace!
ReplyDeleteEven with blazing colors, all of those holds comfort.
ReplyDeleteI love the imagery here, if you can "feel" colors, I feel them here, good job!
ReplyDeletethe alliteration makes my hear warm. the meaning, tender.
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