Blue windspells, slivers of sunlight, apple trees
Carve us in silhouettes of geese in flight
Keeling in gratitude, with fruits, sweet & scarred
Blue windspells, slivers of sunlight, apple trees
Hold us awed by falling leaves - plum, gold & russet
Filling each grey hour with pines & yearning
Blue windspells, slivers of sunlight, apple trees
Brighten our nights, warm as butternut soup
Folding time pink as origami cranes
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I just wish the autumn could be like that... now when we leave daylight savings time it seems like we are going into an internal night... we have almost freezing tempertuer, so that butternut soup will have to be the one for me. Love the repetitions.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your wonderful autumn wishes, Grace, which has geese in common with the poem I posted. I love the sound of geese I autumn and the ‘silhouettes of geese in flight’. The use of colour is especially effective and I love the phrase ‘folding time pink as origami cranes’.
ReplyDeletethe repeat lines are a beautiful incantation to Autumn harvest and colour
ReplyDeleteSuch lovely autumn colours and scents. Blue windspells softens the feel of that bitter north wind which will be blowing soon.
ReplyDelete"Blue windspells" is a brush sweetly sweeping the bittersweet hues of deep autumn. Lovely poem Grace.
ReplyDeleteI love “folding time pink as origami cranes”.
ReplyDeleteThis captures all the delectable colors of fall. And I love the close..."Folding time" is perfect.
ReplyDeleteDear Grace, your wishes mirror mine .... how lovely they are.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful use of repetition (one of my favorite poetic devices) and love "warm as butternut soup". I'm about to make some!
ReplyDeleteDelightful, beautifully crafted poem. I loved the ending lines...warm as butternut and folding time pink as origami cranes.
ReplyDeleteohh i love butternut soup. lovely poem
ReplyDeleteLuv the repeating lines to open each verse
ReplyDeleteMuch💛love
I feel blessed to have read this poem, Grace, and giddy with gladness at the beauty of creation, its vision of life and splendor you paint like an artist, "fruits, sweet & scarred/Blue windspells, slivers of sunlight, apple trees."
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Autumn narrative Grace. The scene described would have been fantastic.
ReplyDeleteHank
I cannot tell if this is song or spell. Either way I am encganted
ReplyDeleteSuch a cosy poem. I particularly enjoyed the last stanza as I made butternut soup this evening :-)
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