autumn musings

 

who braided willow’s hair and left a shoe? 

a question sways beneath October’s breath. 

sky flickers blue where red and gold shine through, 

the sun drifts slow along the edge of death

each leaf unbuttons light the season knew

crab apple tree binds glass in morning grains

as if the sea once hummed beneath its veins.

the forest ferns hold silence in its sleeves

soft needles fold the world in tender chains

what does earth dream on, beneath fallen leaves?

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October's spells

Autumn, what is my name

Autumn, what is my name

I am scatterseed, fruit of October

I am scatterseed, fruit of October

I am of Autumn's fruit, scatterseed 

October, what is my name 

Moon-scarred, I coax sunflower spells

Moon-scarred, I coax sunflower spells

Cleave me to light

Cleave me to light

Spells cleave me to sunflower

I coax light, moon-scarred

Darkness is a  cocoon wrapping the night

Darkness is a  cocoon wrapping the night

Making me soft as milkwitch

Making me soft as milkwitch

The night is making me soft as milkwitch

Wrapping darkness, a cocoon  

Autumn spells I coax - scatterseed, moon-

scarred sunflower in October

What light cleave me, I am

Of soft fruit of darkness, I am

Making a cocoon, wrapping the night

Milkwitch is my name

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at the end of road

 

when all flowers have withered

        black-smothered by north wind 

                                                          

when all leaves have fluttered                         

        brown-speckled to cold soil

    

promise me 

you will still sing with gusto

        & dance with light-feet beats

keep your edges 

        but remain gentle as rain 

        & nourish moon-seeds of spring

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Quadrille, hosted by Lillian.  This is a 44 word post with the selected word:   Promise.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

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rhythm of autumn

autumn, autumn, sway us away

fading yellow to the ground, moist 

with rain, our leaves & blooms paler

than the waning apple-cidered moon 

autumn, autumn, swirl us away

turning darker red & black purple each

passing hour, we gently accept as  

our summer golden skin turn to ash

autumn, autumn swing us away

knitting our fears of change, we are 

changing, from fullness to emptiness-

we collect new words for sorrow

autumn, autumn, swirl us away

into the rhythm of life & pulse of death

we succumb, grateful for blessings 

from trees, warmth from dying sunlight

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub:   Poetics:   Of Mantras, Repetita Juvant, hosted by Dora.   Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thanks for your visits and comments. 

September sky

paint me a sky of apple green & red         

as flocks of geese fly off as summer kites 

the air is cooler with sun's fading light  

autumn arrives, muted colors & dreads -

the harvest of pumpkins & plums is spread

on table with berrries & gourds weaved tight

on my canvas of hemp & cotton white

paint me a sky of apple green and red 

i watch the rain hammer the browning beds

as maple leaves start to yellow in sight 

dead flower heads begin to roll, a blight

autumn arrives, muted colors & dreads -

painting a sky of apple green & red

moody as trees, lush as pears with first bite-                                 

autumn arrives, muted colors & dreads 

Crab Apple Tree

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Poetry Form:  Villonnet. A Villonnet is a hybrid of the Villanelle and the Sonnet. It has the Iambic Pentameter of both, but holds the four-stanza/line structure of the sonnet, while utilizing the two-line rhyme nature of the villanelle. The final stanza replaces the sonnet couplet with a typical villanelle tercet.    Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

autumn wishes

 

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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burning

you can turn red hot, an angry wildfire

on this autumn season

but the cool nights have prevailed

casting a soft brushed-golden light 

on your skin

on your cheeks

browning

mellowing

slowing down

your pulse rate simmers to lethargic

wait

you bow to nature

autumn:  burning bush

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille hosted by Lisa Fox.  This is a 44 word post with the selected word, brush.   Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thanks for your visit and comments.

early autumn

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.

november

creeps in, a foggy morning

a blur of maple & birch

leaves are falling into heap

weaving colorful & soft bed

do you recall the burning

fires of dawn, or the time we

went bazaar shopping for cheap

clothes, munching on sugar bread

but your face is blank, warning

me that your memories are

sliding into deeper sleep-

this is something we long dread-

in overcoming mourning

you forget - life is now - leap!

           Autumn leaves                    

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - MTB, hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.  The poetry form is a bref double form, with 3 quatrains and a couplet.  I have used the rhyme scheme of a-x-b-c for the quatrian and a-b for the couplet.  See you at 3pm EST when the pub doors open for more poetry.

Autumn

 

i.

the day the leaves

turn sulpher red, tangy

tangerine, gingerbread mums-

the day i fall, into you 

ii.

inhale deeply  

crunch, crinkle, wrinkle

before the northern wind passes

& still the fallen leaves 

iii.

exhale the city smoke

& dirt from whirling machines

i wrap myself with russet blankets

and read your letters, ambered in time

iv.

birds fly as sunlight wanes

on maple trees gleaming with autumn

hues, bright as orange pumpkins 

adorning our doors, with toothless grins 

v.

another season to mark 

from summer to autumn:   i

embrace the changes

(in) me, (in) you

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Hosted by Bjorn Rudberg - Cadralor, a new poetry form.   Join us at 3pm EST for more information and check out other cadralor poems.   Thanks for your comments & visits.  

Wings over the sky

 

i blued over your heavenly feathers

with all the tender songs 

now as autumn wind 

paints 

sunflowers brown

green leaves to ochre 

roses to crushed velvet black

and sky calls you

with aubergine & red-orange sunsets

i will linger

by the door, gathering seeds

Dried Hydrangea @ Grace

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille #136, Let's Linger, hosted by Linda Lyberg.   This is a 44 word post with the selected word, Linger.   Join us with your quadrille poem.

Autumn's afternoon

sky is stirring a broth

of thunderclaps

& cumulonimbus clouds

mellowing the street lights 

with muddy shade

of autumn

ground is mulched

with dead 

annuals & grooved twigs

too deep to smooth over

with yesterday's sun-

shine songs

instead we tally

each falling

                    <leaf>

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson.    This is a 44 word post with the given word, GROOVE.   Join us when the pub doors at 3pm EST.  

September

 

a quiet settles

on parks, playgrounds &

wheat field

where do we purchase

to prolong this summer light

& savor the glorious coat of green

we count the wild sun-

flowers & goldenrods yellowing the trail

& wild teasels, with their empty

seed heads, bowing to the cool wind

we fold sorrows 

in deep pockets

as old letters fade

delicate as amber veins

on a fallen maple leaf

the hours go on, un-

shaken by mortal breath,

under the bridge, the river flows un-

tallowed by our thoughts 

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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

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson.  This post is 44 words, with the given word, MAGNET.  Join us when the pub doors open by 3pm EST.   

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

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.

autumn's bed

 

i palm daffodil bulbs with shrivelled 

leaves

it is time:

spading the rain-soaked soil,

i seed golden orbs with roots

on black-thumbed bed, 

underneath roses

threading death-stoned husks

night blankets quickly as sunlight 

mellows-

i mutter spring's magic

on wooden fence, chickadees are

eavesdropping 

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Quadrille, hosted by Kim M. Russell.  This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, eavesdropping.   Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

Sepia dreams

 

we are tinged by melancholy

of summer's end

we watch blooms fall, faint

as whisper as wind tarries by

lavender mirrors your face

as tides ebb & flow

autumn approaches with slow

feet, sweeping sepia tones

over green hills,

potted mums & ripe berries

black crows watch on sidelines

as light & clock winds down

we walk on exiled dreams 

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autumn musings

Who braided the hair of the weeping

willow tree & left a shoe?

Sky is brilliant shade of blue
as maple leaves shimmer in red and gold

The sun moves slow as red & black

woollybear caterpillar on a dead leaf  

Why did the crab apple tree bind  

itself with sea glass?

The forest floor is soft book 

of needled pines and misplaced leaves

A river running low
smelling of dead fish, caught in the tides

Do you know what the earth meditates 
upon in autumn?

My skin itches from pollen, tea bags
and unanswered questions

Photo by Grace@Everyday Amazing 

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - The questions as a Poetry - Hosted by Laura Bloomsbury.

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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.

the heat of autumn

the music you stir
is knifing sweet as apple cider
you sing the words
with guitar strings cool as rose-ribbed lamp

if only they knew
you are flint that fires me up
striking at core, waking 
at first light, your name

on my lips, sudden rainfall
as if world leans away from 
scream of darkness 
to deep dive of blue kiss - 

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - MTB - Metaphorically Speaking - hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.  Title and poem inspired by Jane Hirsefield, The Heat of Autumn.