Last week, our creative writing group host from New Horizons Senior Center gave us “Autumn” as the prompt for our class, done on ZOOM. Two poems I really enjoyed were a haiku (short poem) by Eileen Abrams and a longer poem by from Mary Lou Meyer‘s book Floating Free. (I added the colors.) Here they are with some early autumn photos of trees and flowers from our condo surroundings and our neighborhood, with lovely stone and brick homes made even more beautiful with fall flowers and trees. I wanted this posted before 3 pm, because the fall solstice starts 3:20 pm today, Wed., Sept 22nd.
P.S. Reminder that my fall cooking class is Friday, Sept. 24th @ 10:30 am: If you scroll back to the previous posting, you will see the review of the cookbook and one of the recipes.
Here is the ZOOM link to the class, sponsored by New Horizons Senior Center (www.newhorizonsseniorcenter.org) in Narberth, PA
on Friday, Sept. 24th @ 10:30-11:45 am EST. Please join us!
by Mary Lou Meyers
Autumn comes in mellifluous tongues,
disguised among the spoils of the summer season,
a last testament to unreasonable heat,
wedged between the vibrant chords of Spring
and the first inkling of Winter’s discordant cross,
marigolds touched with frost.
Perfection is born in the breathtaking air,
shattering the sky’s crystal chandelier.
Liquid gold splashed everywhere on fields and meadows,
on the tremor of wings soaring in sunlit skies.
We are born anew with Gypsy blood gushing forth,
ford rippling streams with effervescent broth,
with peace etched on every mountain peak,
valleys filled with gold lamé to greet our restless feet.
Trembling trees unload their heaven-scented apples
to satisfy our unquenchable taste and hunger.
Winnowing wind soothes our nightly slumber,
while storied maples bring a tinge of crimson glory
to the plaintive strains under a Harvest Moon glow.
Soon nothing matters but the bountiful beauty instilled
in the corridors of radiant light,
our hearts filled as we fade into a brilliant transparency.
Autumn‘s Arrival by Eileen Abrams
Greens become reds,
golds, then browns…
The life of a leaf.
My heartfelt thanks to the members of our creative writing group! ellensue