November

The leaves are speckled yellow gold          

Scattering dust on field, so cold                  

Where is the summer sun's chatter            

As sky turns grey and lake iced blue          

Birds and bees have flown away, true        

Late autumn serves harvest platter            

Filled with melancholy.   Night clings          

Of ripeness.   Awaiting sweet sting             

Of last breaths.  How you live matters     

Sugar Maple Tree

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Autumn Sky

 

when cold wind settles, blanket

of paraffin wax

on sogging stalks 

                             & petals

i throw my words up in the air

& see how some turn to russet, 

   gold

& pumpkin yellow

my eyes see                the magic

fleeting sunburst 

              magnetic pull of

                                    autumnal light

Autumn @EverydayAmazing

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Food for the soul

 

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

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I chose:  Feed.Quiet.Copper.   Join us when the pub doors open by 3pm EST.

autumn burn

autumn leaves
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.

of what glitters at night

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.

Late autumn

The northern wind whips autumn trees to fray
Under clouds of grey, plum maple leaves stray
Strands of willow, brambles of berries roil
Faded petals - all pressed smooth in rich soil

A leavening, softening cold canvas
Of bare gardens, draped in dew-glazed sadness
I sleep buried under warm blankets, fluffy
Clasping handful of seeds, golden honey 

Grace@Everyday Amazing

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Blowin' In The Wind

when the sky is a sphinx
and my eyes are misted grey

how many times must I fall
before I walk in my own shoes

when the road is unmarked
and scarred by stones & thick tubers

how many times must I question
before I am swept away to the sea  

when all the answers are blowing 
in the wind, rolling beyond my grasp

I listen deep to the drumbeats 
of trees, shimmering in golden jade  

and marvel the arc of falling leaves
bowing to the wind

Grace@Everyday Amazing

*Title and poem inspiration from Bob Dylan, Blowin' In the Wind

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