the maple leaves are changing hues-
cranberry, ochre, toffee, velvet, ember
all radiant from the cool wind-no blues
to witness the dying summer blooms
i marvel the maple leaves changing hues
exploding from green to colors to tickle
the fancy of poets & nourish the muses
of artists. imagine the harvest of sun-dried
fallen leaves on your hands & feet - whose
jolly idea was it to engulf you with earthly wishes-
maple trees are yielding (like myself), changing hues-
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics, Folding Into Autumn, Hosted by Melissa Lemay. Thanks for your visit and comments. Fold Poem format by Gillena.
so colourful Grace and tactile too
ReplyDelete" imagine the harvest of sun-dried
fallen leaves on your hands & feet
I have seen a few changes of hues, but it is still mostly green here... some years it goes from green to brown directly, let us see if we get a brief interlude of fall.
ReplyDeleteIt looks like we are all folding this evening, origami poems! I love your maple leaves changing hues – the colours are so vivid, and I love that there are ‘no blues to witness the dying summer blooms’.
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love this especially; "i marvel the maple leaves changing hues exploding from green to colors to tickle the fancy of poets & nourish the muses of artists." Gorgeously rendered, Grace ❤️❤️❤️
ReplyDeleteI love all the sensory imagery you’ve used, especially the named hues “cranberry, ochre, toffee”, the feeling of fallen leaves on hands and feet. I especially love the line “whose jolly idea was it to engulf you with earthly wishes”❤️
ReplyDeleteA perfect Fall poem.
ReplyDeleteI like this:
i marvel the maple leaves changing hues
exploding from green to colors to tickle
the fancy of poets & nourish the muses
of artists.
Wow what a gorgeously folded Fall
ReplyDeleteHappy you dropped by to read mine
Muchđź–¤love
The change is barely noticeable here, just a softening of the light and the heat, and the shortening of the days. To lose all that green and vibrancy in one fell swoop must be spectacular, but so sad. Here, we pretend it's still summer.
ReplyDeleteI love all the colors exploding hues. The final line is especially poignant.
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of leaves engulfing you with earthly wishes.
ReplyDeleteYour autumn fold leaves one "radiant from the cool wind" as the visual brilliance of the leaves: a very sensory-rich write, Grace. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteenjoyed your colourful poem
ReplyDeleteYou bring us the colours of maple leaves Grace - we expected no less from a Canadian...
ReplyDeleteThe list of colors is marvelous!
ReplyDeleteLove the leaves of many hues ... great write, Ms. Grace.
ReplyDeleteI love the bit to tickle the fancy of poets.
ReplyDeleteExcellent colors!
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