Thursday, November 4, 2021

FROST ON THE PUMPKIN

 MEET THE BAR:  Our challenge is to consider the concept of conceit, and  Bjorn has given us excellent examples. Even so, I am not sure I'm smart enough to grasp the interpretation of this challenge.  Submitted to dVerse, November 4, 2021


Yesterday’s lush green grass is today white with frost

and the air is refreshingly clear and sparkling to inhale.

Leaves,  seemingly turned overnight to spun honey

release their tenuous hold  and denude tree limbs,

spiraling downward in crazy-quilt fashion, 

likening themselves to a golden snowfall.

Yesterday’s pumpkins look on in dismay

accepting that their days are numbered.

Autumn is bidding farewell to the heartland.


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13 comments:

  1. Dwight L. RothNovember 4, 2021 at 5:47 PM

    I love this Beverly. I guess many of us are yesterday's pumpkins sitting around waiting to get chunked!! :>)

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  2. GraceNovember 4, 2021 at 5:51 PM

    And so the season of autumn is coming near to the end. How the lush green grass of yesterday turns white with frost. I dread winter.

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  3. DoraNovember 4, 2021 at 5:52 PM

    Beverly,
    Such a beautifully drawn vignette: I see this happening now in our neck of the woods on the east coast and it's as you describe, "spun honey" "golden snowfall "crazy-quilt fashion" --- a "bidding farewell" of leaves, an inevitable passing of the season with the first frost. Lovely poetry.
    pax,
    dora

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  4. FireblossomNovember 4, 2021 at 7:54 PM

    Sentient pumpkins! Eeeee!

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  5. IngridNovember 4, 2021 at 10:28 PM

    It sounds as though winter has come early to you, Beverly!

    'the air is refreshingly clear and sparkling to inhale' - I love this image!

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  6. Darius the MateNovember 5, 2021 at 4:06 AM

    The poem is like a lung of autumn air. Refreshing. And forward we march.

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  7. forestbatherNovember 5, 2021 at 4:15 AM

    It is...it is, yes ..wonderful poetry about nature...

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  8. Poetry for HealingNovember 5, 2021 at 6:07 AM

    Golden snowfall - what beautiful Autumn imagery Bev! ☺️💕

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  9. HelenNovember 5, 2021 at 7:58 AM

    Honeyed leaves, frosted grass, crazy-quilt tree limbs ... you got this!

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  10. paeansunpluggedNovember 5, 2021 at 11:21 AM

    Though autumn may be bidding goodbye, you gave it a new lease of life with your lovely words, Bev! Beautiful.

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  11. Sanaa RizviNovember 6, 2021 at 6:46 AM

    Love this especially; "Leaves, seemingly turned overnight to spun honey release their tenuous hold." Beautifully done 💝💝

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  12. brudbergNovember 7, 2021 at 6:59 AM

    Autumn slowly coming to winter... love it.

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  13. grapelingNovember 7, 2021 at 9:50 PM

    I especially like the third line, but yes, all of it ~

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