October
As I begin my seventieth year,
the late October air begins to breathe
the reds, russets, yellows and oranges
of autumn into leaves. For a few
vivid weeks, deciduous shrubs and trees
will seem to glow like flames and embers
of a warming fire and then the winds
will blow the radiant leaves away.
The austere limbs will give the world
the skeletal beauty of winter as winter brings
the possibility of snow. Each season has
its pleasures and beauties. Let me now
be grateful and observant as time
revolves through loss and joy.
the late October air begins to breathe
the reds, russets, yellows and oranges
of autumn into leaves. For a few
vivid weeks, deciduous shrubs and trees
will seem to glow like flames and embers
of a warming fire and then the winds
will blow the radiant leaves away.
The austere limbs will give the world
the skeletal beauty of winter as winter brings
the possibility of snow. Each season has
its pleasures and beauties. Let me now
be grateful and observant as time
revolves through loss and joy.
Wistful beauty, as if captioning the mild nor'easter we're getting this weekend in SE Va.
Than you, Matt.
A prayer of thanks. Love that you added "observant," adding the word to the act. Nice.
Thank you, Dianne.
Lovely autumn scene.
*, Gary. Your verse gives such texture to the season. Great close.
Thank you, Erika.
Thank you, David.
yes. yes. yes . *
Thank you, Gary.
may the radiant leaves remain in memory (and poetry) for a while. *
Thank you, Beate.
Wistfully tender Gary. Lovely read.
"the skeletal beauty of winter "
The truth. *
Thank you, Amantine.
Thank you, Tim.
good, sound... beautiful in its way.
*****
Thank you, James.
You always capture the moment, Gary! :)
Thank you, Kitty.