Aaaaaand here is the final product of this beautiful fall collaboration! Thank you once again to all contributors 🙂 Do Check out their blog for some amazing work 🙂 🙂 and click on original post to view the entire collaboration. Thank you and enjoy this short yet beautiful season ❤
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 🙂
free google image of fall
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, It is The arrival of new Awakenings
Just wanted to remind you all that the fall collaboration will close at midnight tomorrow, Sept 30th, 2014 E.S.T. If you are still interested in adding to the collaboration please click on the link below and add it to the comment section in the original post before this time.
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 🙂
free google image of fall
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, It is The arrival of new Awakenings
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.
Couleur d’automne, Merveilles 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
strikes winter
A leaf twirls
Scrunched up and dry –
Forgotten.
*
Rust flames
A touch of frost –
Memories.
*
Barren trees
bittersweet longings –
Endings.
Bitter endings Spark new beginnings When winter’s coat Is shed
But first memories Will come to life On the day of the Living Dead
For Halloween Will soon be here With spooks and ghouls and ghosts
Spirits will rule the day Taking treats and playing tricks on unsuspecting hosts
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.
Autumn
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
Meigetsu, 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, brilliant blue, 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. Shinryoo, 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.
Adventure Awaits
On the road Adventure waits
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,
Good memories.
Dropping plenty of orange
Precipitously,
A heart felt celebration
The Aftermath
Leaves
Nature’s Confetti.
Brisk Fall
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
another place other times they stir a gentle reminder
And they, green to red, and I, red to grey, change and fall together
end of season
wispy clouds silently 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.
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