As the colours slowly start changing around us I thought I would do a fall collaboration with all of you. Like previous collaborations, please put your piece in the comment section and I will add it in the order they come. I will place the name of the contributors at the end of the piece. As per usual I have started it off…It will close on September 30th, 2014.Hope to see many colourful posts of the season 🙂
Enchanted colours mesmerize
And you forget to analyze
As your heart falls in love
through your eyes
with autumn’s beauty.
The things that grow, must also pass,
As cycles wander endlessly through
Time, as changes and transformations
Mark the maturation, signal
The ripening of humanity and nature, of
Humanity in nature. Fall is not the beginning of death,
The arrival of new
Chartreuse shades, Spun in Amber and Gold,
Settle o’er the Hushed glen and Tranquil ‘wold,
Speaking in tones of Russet and Red,
Echoing secrets Adonis once Said.
Sparkles of Frost Kiss the September Air,
Flourishing Silver without a Farthing to Spare,
Daylight Dancing askance the fields,
Lingering Warmth that Caresses and Shields.
October is Waiting with rosy cheeked Fare,
Scarecrows and lanterns, ready to scare;
November is Focusing its Glassy Gaze,
Conspiring with Winter under a Leaden Haze.
Yet, now, ‘neath the Smile of Autumnal Delight,
Think not of Regrets; Feel not Contrite;
Leave such Diligence for Lengthier Days!
‘Tis time to sip cider while the Fiddler Plays
Nay, I can’t disdain
Year’s pungent last season;
Harvest baskets brimming over,
Blessings for heart’s storehouse:
God’s gilded provision, share!
I see my own reflection
in your eyes
and in the changing colors
falling back into the earth.
And I find myself falling
back into my own heart.
Flaming gold, wondrous red,
gleaming brown, silver mist,
magic purple, hues of green,
Et beautés du Monde!
turning within this autumn season
find hidden treasures beyond reason
more vibrant and precious than gold
come explore this beautiful fold
The time of beauty
before the big sleep
The colors astound
a feast for the eyes
Each one dresses for
the big fall
A choreographed dance
a chosen partner
Dance with me love
each step we take
Together in a dream
a dream in the big sleep
May we meet again
in the prime of your youth
Reborn in Spring
experience a summer love
And leave before the clock
A leaf twirls
Scrunched up and dry –
A touch of frost –
bittersweet longings –
Spark new beginnings
When winter’s coat
But first memories
Will come to life
On the day of the
Will soon be here
With spooks and ghouls
Spirits will rule the day
Taking treats and
playing tricks on
Liquid leaves in an ocean of falling waves from the tree
A whirlpool of colors so many but so few
Turning in the whirlwinds of change
Little death invested to renew
And so we fall like leaves
Slowly floating to a world unknown
Seasons passing with mystical colors
An ending that reminds us of the beginning to come
A final fluttering dance when our steps grow slow and life is done.
The subtlest of seasons
in the most charming way
Transformation of what was
Preparation for what may
Behold the vibrancy
Of changing leaves
Hues of red, orange and yellow
Gone is the green
Allow your senses to speak anew
Smell the fresh morning dew
See the sights surrounding you
Be prepared for what is to come
The kiss of death
Life’s song has sung
The fall of days
When true reflection is made
Beauty finally seen
Don’t let it slip astray
Shuushi: Autumn Contemplation
the harvest moon is fading.
Bright gold coin in black sky
now dims and wanes
to a partial dish of cream.
Hatsu arashi, first storm of autumn
has washed clean the sky,
aki simu – autumn is clearing,
luminous white clouds drifting, silent. peaceful.
Autumn’s voice whispers:
breeze across dry leaves on the grass,
wind in the reeds at the creek,
The little priest,
the small cicada delicately
moves his wings, a small voice
among the raucous pine and bell crickets,
an alto to the larger cicadas
and their metallic thrum.
New coolness in the air
The coming of autumn
is somnolent today.
No rise or fall,
A steady tone of almost silence.
The morning glory twines
lovingly around my plum tree
and shows her blue face,
echoing her sister,
aki no sora,
My beloved autumn sky.
The small grey tabby
across the way
sits beneath an oak
watching the occasional
slow falling leaf.
Her eyes stay upward
and she does not move
for she wants to see
the leaves as they float
and fall around her.
An early leaf burning,
smoke wanders and its
incense drifts to heaven
and to my grateful heart.
I sit entranced in the midst
of the haiku
I wish I could write.
On the road
Ascending the mountain
The world comes alive
With the glorious colors:
Red, orange, brown,
Leaves appear on the ground
Seeking the earthly delights
Autumn is the fire
That leaves us dark and cold
Watching all our dreams
Burn in red and gold
Closing up our houses
Sealing up each door
Skeletons branch out
As death bedecks the floor
So hideaway the grain
Shut up all the stores
Be frugal with your food
As the autumn fire roars
For soon will come the snow
And the biting winter frost
And the long dark nights of cold
Where hope and warmth are lost
So quicken please the fire
That leaves us in the cold
Hurry please the spring
That starts this wheel so old
Autumn springs out of the seasonal tapestry,
I am that tree you see in the grove
With a few green leaves,
Buds still shooting
Clinging to past seasons,
Dropping plenty of orange
A heart felt celebration
blankets from the chest
fleece from the drawer
chimney smoke begins to soar
a fine crispness
familiar changing of season
though surprising, when upon
fresh chill in the air
the first crackling fire
nights of early retire
other times they stir
a gentle reminder
And they, green to red,
and I, red to grey,
change and fall together
end of season
drift to secret destinations
and lightly landing
are welcomed home
Last dance of Summer
Earth tilts the skirt of sky
very becoming rotation
set with planet jewels in motion upon this hem of horizon
Twilight waltz, spun senses behold a turning gait
she waxes a change, a future harvest moon
revealing swoon fills upon the breast of sky
your patient tide strolls, gliding touch to an emblazoned night
her skirt entices a memory aquamarine blushing rhythmically
At the center of sky daylight paints away
Moon becomes her own memory
sapphires wink gems of stars, as always, always you take her timeless
earth begins enfolding softly the skirt of sky, to a season of seed
Dance upon this evening sky
holding her vesper chant, her curves becoming full
her hint of Fall whispering
when moon remembers this tilting dance
of earths longing hold
released ever so slowly
from the long dance of summer
“The Party’s Over”
Born hiding their true form, waiting through the heat of summer to reveal their beauty.
Fading daylight and cooler temps urging on a transformation of pigment.
Quickly revealing the hues formerly hidden, catching the sun’s light to stun onlookers.
Short-lived rainbows you can touch until the winds tear them apart.
Nearing the end they fall one by one, like guests who can no longer stay.
Splashes of color dotting the land, discarded remnants of nature’s last party.
As Autumn Wakes
As autumn wakes, the trees display
a collage of leaves on bright sunny days.
Crimsons and gold to catch the eye,
peak as the equinox draws nigh,
senescence will surely hold sway.
To carpet woods, as squirrels foray,
with acorns they will store away.
To the south the feathered fly
as autumn wakes.
Orchard branches bend down to say,
the time for harvest upon us lays.
Give thanks to that, on which we rely,
the succulent bounty from on high.
Blessed gifts are Mother Nature’s way
as autumn wakes.
Dear Summer, keeper of my child-like soul,
You, who remind me of my vibrancy…my youth…my passion for soaking in life
and what it feels to be alive. I drank your intense sun and let it fill me and my days.
But alas, your turn is over and you must step down from your throne
And allow your sister, Autumn, to reign and push forth her colors to paint my world.
Let me not forget the lessons you have taught me. There shall be no rush. Nor shall I
regret that I get to experience and embrace this life season for all it has to teach me
until the winter of my life enfolds me.
Morgan ( booknvolume.wordpress.com )
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lorriebowden (lorriebowden.wordpress.com )
Denise Fletcher (womeninpoetry.wordpress.com )
Scott Bailey (thehouseofbailey.wordpress.com)
Original-Dante (originaldante.wordpress.com )
Jennifer Fifield Porter (jennannsd.wordpress.com)
M. Zane McClellan (thepoetrychannel.wordpress.com)