No shades of leafy reds
Are seen
In the land of perpetual
Green
No yellows, oranges
Or gold
Where people flee
To escape
The Cold
The Cold
No winey scent, or frosty chill
No leaves to rake
Or cookies to
Bake
(it's too darn hot, for goodness sake)
Just hurricane season
And humidity
Happy trees
But wistful Me
Thanks to the inspiration from Think Tank Thursday #103 at Poets United poetryblogroll.blogspot.com
And unfortunately, true. Used to live where we had a fabulous Autumn, and I love every little bit of it, from the brisk breeze, scent of rotting leaves, frosty edged hedges, colorful trees, even the skeletal remains after every leaf dropped--all beautiful and fond memories. Sigh--cheers to everyone who is entering this magical time. :-)
It's such a joy and a welcomed relief from the heat of Summer to the compromised Fall. Innovative presentation here, Sara!
ReplyDeleteHank
Thank you Hank! Happy Autumn to you. Was trying to get a cascade effect, you know...fall-ing :-)
DeleteWe love early autumn, just don't like the long, cold hard winters here in Atlantic Canada that usually follow.
ReplyDeleteLovely post Sara.
Why are you not adding this to the linky at poets united? You should and then it will be read by many more people. It's too lovely to not been seen by many.
Brenda, thank you always for your lovely compliments. Thank you too for the heads up about Linky, I thought that I did link in.
DeleteOh, forget my last comment about adding it to PU.. I see ...you did...LOL
ReplyDeleteWhew, you had me worried there :-)
DeleteIt's almost time for a road trip to autumn!
ReplyDeleteYes, it is! I took one last year to Tennessee-got my autumn glory fix in:-) Thank you for stopping by, Barbara!
DeleteI can relate since fall still hasn't arrived where I live, and by the time it does it's forced out by winter. Lovely piece though. I really enjoyed reading this :).
ReplyDeleteLaura
DeleteThank you so much for visiting! I'm so glad you enjoyed the poem. And that is the one downfall of Autumn, it precedes Winter :-)
I love the way you style your words, adding different layers to your poems :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you GS! Or should I call you Specky? :-) Anyway, I really appreciate your visits and lovely/fun compliments. I have to go fix the layers, for some reason when I copy onto the blogger post the formatting goes wonky.
DeleteI hear you in your missing of the colors of autumn. I know some others who have moved to the land of perpetual green that feel the same. Your poem expressed the missing well. Maybe time to think about taking a road trip north in October?? I guess I will appreciate what I have.....even if it leads to (ugh) snow!
ReplyDeleteHi Mary! Life's always a compromise, isn't it? Yes, those road trips do help assuage the need for Fall colors. And, in Winter, I'll feel better about the world of green :-)
ReplyDeleteI thought I was in the middle of a comment but it has disappeared. I so understand how much you must miss the seasons. I know I would, if I lived elsewhere........fall is so wonderful, as a season and as a time of life........
ReplyDeleteHi Sherry! Thank you for your understanding. It throws you off a bit I think not to have the seasons. When I watch the weather on TV sometimes I feel like I live on another planet--but when winter hits hard, I'm thankful for the warmth here :-) This season of life is a nice time no matter where you are.
DeleteSara,
ReplyDeleteA most colourful countdown to autumn. The falling colours and the impending chill!!!
Eileen
Hi Eileen, nice to see you again! Thank you for your compliment, it sounds like a poem too:-)
DeleteVery cool, the structure is neat and it's quite whimsical.
ReplyDeleteHi! Welcome back-whimsical is one of the nicest things you could say :-)
DeleteIt would be good to experience the alternative beauty expressed in your poem sometime. It makes me think of all of our white Christmases and how they are the farthest from any kind of truth that the baby Jesus experienced. But he didn't get the lush greenness either.
ReplyDeleteSusan, thank you for visiting! Very insightful words, it's always good to see things from another perspective. The desert is a harsh place. And, every place has it's own beauty, especially if it's home :-)
DeleteHi Melissa! Thank you for visiting, yes I was going for a type of concrete poem, "falling" steps. What a wonderful compliment, I would love to have kids recite this:-)
ReplyDeleteSo sad and so lovely!
ReplyDeleteHi Mad, thank you very much for visiting. It's not a permanent sadness... hard to be sad, when orchids grow in my backyard;-)
DeleteOh, this is so much fun. And so sad. ;) I feel ya. In Southern Nevada, by mid-October we start getting some cool breezes, and if you look very carefully there might be a tree that actually changes colors...
ReplyDeleteThank you De--I really enjoyed your Autumn poem. Enjoy your cool breezes :-)
DeleteHey, Sara -- another soul here in a hot climate who missed the "Real" autumn. So , think of me and feel a bit cheered, okay??!! And the Northerners will envy us come Dec!!
ReplyDeleteHi Jannie!! Your comment definitely cheered me:-) Yes, I miss Autumn but not Winter! Though I still haven't quite got the hang of shorts at Christmas lol!
DeleteI lived in LA for years, ditto Puerto Rico and Bermuda. People ask me why I love Wisconsin. When I say, "The weather," they look at me like I'm nuts. And mental health concerns aside, I'm absolutely sincere. I LOVE Autumn. I gave birth to Riley on an actual Labor Day!
ReplyDeleteThanks for commenting on my blog... see you in the trenches, ha ha... Amy