AUTUMN PERFUME
Bonfire:
Smoke drifting by,
Fragrant with scent of leaves
Still crisp and sweet from frost’s kiss.
It’s fall.
AUTUMN SONG
Crunch, crunch.
I love the sound.
My fav’rite time of year.
My walks are filled with song as leaves
Crunch, crunch.
How about a week of coffee poems? Are you up for that, Readers??? Well, I need to lighten my mood this week, and coffee does that for me. So get ready for 7 days of “Coffee Is A Poem.”
HAPPY PLACE
The mornings now are frosty;
A nip is in the air.
My favorite month — October —
Is golden everywhere.
And even though I’m bothered
By some aggravating cares,
I have a fine elixir —
Ah, it’s fragrance fills the air:
I’m brewing up some coffee,
And I’ve made enough to share.
I’m yearning for my ‘Happy Place.’
Come, Coffee — take me there.
Several years ago, as I sat on my front porch just enjoying the beauty of autumn, gazing fondly at a huge tree in my neighbors yard, this poem just started running through my soul. Today, as I thought about the fact that it’s the first day of autumn, 2019, I decided to re-post that poem so that all my new readers can enjoy it as well. After things get so far back in the archives, hardly anyone ever finds them. So I hope you enjoy this little reminiscence with me.
Leaf by tender leaf,
I watch this stately monarch
Dressing up for fall.
Gold, russet, yellow,
And brilliant red — her choices,
For she loves them all.
Hour by passing hour
The change begins subdued – but
Then bursts into flame.
I revel in the site.
My heart belongs to Autumn.
It’s joy calls my name.
The troubles that have pressed
Throughout the year now ending,
Though they’re present still,
Are restrained by the power
Of Autumn’s golden glory
To subdue all ill.
My heart belongs to Autumn.
Indeed, it always will.
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Please, won’t you come along with me
Up river in the fall?
We’ll float at leisure, passing woodlands
Burnished, thick, and tall.
We’ll watch thick clouds give way to sun
That breaks horizon’s crest
And choose a course that guarantees
Delightful Autumn Rest.
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photo courtesy of Larisa Koshkina @ pixabay.com
I’m tired
Of summer heat.
I say this ev’ry year:
Fall is the only perfect time
Of year.
Autumn
Is close now.
I hear the crickets sing.
And leaves are falling one by one.
Can’t wait.
Seasons
Come and go.
And I appreciate
All of them, but none so much as
Autumn.
Thanks so much to my wonderful friend, photographer Terry Valley, for this amazing Autumn picture.
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It’s been a week of enormous strain and pressure, but the result is a great deal of work completed successfully. I’m relieved, a little bit proud, and very much in need of some R&R. Probably won’t get it, but looking at this picture relaxes me. It makes me want to take a long, deep breath and let it out slowly, then kick back, close my eyes, and just inhale the rich scents of autumn. So I thought I’d just go ahead and share it with you. Some of you might need the refreshing it offers as well.
photo: pixabay.com
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LEAVES ARE FALLING IN MY BACKYARD!
IT IS AUTUMN!!
YES!!!
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Well, I feel compelled to offer another one of Terry Valley’s terrific photos for today’s “Half and Half” challenge. I could never match a shot like this, so I’m glad he lets me share his work.
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This week’s Daily Post Photo Challenge asks us to post a picture that follows the “rule of thirds” and perhaps includes a bokeh effect. I didn’t try for bokeh because I didn’t want my background blurred. It’s too beautiful as it is, and the contrast is perfect.
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Leaf by tender leaf,
I watch this stately monarch
Dressing up for fall.
Gold, russet, yellow,
And brilliant red — her choices,
For she loves them all.
Hour by passing hour
The change begins subdued – but
Then bursts into flame.
I revel in the site.
My heart belongs to Autumn.
It’s joy calls my name.
The troubles that have pressed
Throughout the year now ending,
Though they’re present still,
Are restrained by the power
Of Autumn’s golden glory
To subdue all ill.
My heart belongs to Autumn.
Indeed, it always will.
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The Happy Wordcrafter 