Autumn 2007

[Mac]

sunrise on an empty stomach
the whisper of autumn
turns into a shout
leaves change colors
and slowly fall

last week’s green grasses
turn brown and wave
in a northern breeze
geese take flight
the cold rain has a bite

this is the time of change
memories of harvest moons
stored in the crisp morning air
like images of another summer
pasted into the old scrap book

and here i am
a grateful witness
to a new autumn.

[georgiagirl]

and here i am
a grateful witness
to a new autumn.

Mac this is way kool.
you write with such rythum & sweetness... :)

[Poeticpiers]

May you see many more my friend Autumn is the season of harvesting what you have sown. ivor Live on in good health

[Mac]

Thank you maria & ivor.

mac

[georgiagirl]

you are welcome,

Mac, you write with such beauty & poise.
a true poet you are, i enjoy reading your superb work..... yayyyy.... :)

[TRexroth]

this poem really put me in the fall mode,
i really like the way you write,

trexroth

[Beki]

"memories of harvest moons
stored in the crisp morning air
like images of another summer
pasted into the old scrap book"

ahhh...truly my favorite time of year. Perhaps it has always been so partly because of the nostalgia it always invokes. Thank you for this beautiful poem, my friend.

[judih]

love the dichotomies
the whispers, the shouts
the green and the empty stomachs

this piece brings me headlong into fall after fall
(here, 'fall' is called 'winter' and lasts a month or so)

touching to the core- i'm grabbing a blanket

*peace*

[e-piph[lol]]

this poem really put me in the fall mode,
i really like the way you write,

trexroth

me, too