WEEKLY SCRIBBLINGS Autumnal Equinox, and Magaly has given us a choice of phrases to include in our poem. I've chosen "I see you". Submitted to Poets & Storytellers United, 9/22/21
Autumn enters on sodden feet--
the kind of rain that leaves us
searching for a fleece jacket
and thinking of bonfires
The last roses of summer bloom
bright and stubborn,
rebuffing the chill distraction,
the burning bushes have yet
to don their coats of scarlet
and the hills are still green.
refusing to bow to the
first days of autumn. Here
in my world we anticipate
those golden days we call
Indian summer, when the
scarecrows say “I see you”, and
gorgeous fall displays appear
everywhere--pumpkins, gourds,
chrysanthemums, straw bales
and joy---and we know at last
autumn has truly arrived.
Most leaves here wait for frost but the light-cued ones are carpeting the roads already. Some gorgeous reds and pallid yellows outside the restaurant here...
ReplyDeleteMy favorite Season .. Autumn in New York, Autumn Leaves, September ….. 🧡
ReplyDelete"scarecrows say “I see you”", your scarecrows are
ReplyDeletereal to goodness scary. It's that time, we've had
the harvest moon already.
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A wonderful evocation of a beautiful country autumn in your part of the world!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery...you have created a lovely Autumn painting.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Cressida, such stunning imagery. I can hear the rain and smell the cozy fire. And my mind is conjuring pumpkins and all sorts of yum.
ReplyDeleteWe are juuuuuust on the edge of those crisp fall days where I am. This piece makes me look forward to it even more.
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