First Day of Fall: Rhymes and Photos

Tuesday, September 22nd, 2020

Fall is my very favorite season, so I have penned several (mostly) rhyming poems, some of which I have  posted over the years. But here are several all together to celebrate the first day of Autumn with photos from my own archives. Some of the poems were written when I was a bed & breakfast cook in Maine in October, when the foliage was really “flaming!” This was especially apparent at the lake across from the B & B, with trees aflame like a ring of fire.

Note: The photo under Never Ending Autumn is original art from my laundry book, For the Love of Clotheslines, created by my artistic friend Pat when she visited me.

 

Awesome Autumn

There’s a tree outside my window

flaming leaves it does adorn;

every day its fire greets me

through the softly, sunlit dawn.

Leafy-laden, tall and stately,

in the wind I hear its sighs;

brilliant branches span my vision;

color bedazzles my morning eyes.

All too soon the leaves forsake it,

leaving branches stripped and bare.

Patiently I await the springtime;

green returns again to wear.

Trees are truly awesome wonders,

‘specially in the blazing Fall.

Kilmer was acutely accurate:

trees are lovely, all in all.

 

Autumn Anticipation

Patiently I wait for Summer’s ending
to fan the flames of Fall.

Summer means only Autumn’s pending,
my favorite season, best of all.

Enduring all the hot summer days,
anticipating September—

Dreams of Autumn’s fiery blaze;
Ah! the crispness I remember.

 

Autumn’s Song

Leaves of red and burnished gold
drift so gently to the ground.

As Autumn turns to winter’s cold,
leaves die softly, without a sound.

Winter dazzles with the snow.
Flowers blossom in the Spring,

Summer brings its sunny glow,
but Autumn, Autumn, makes me sing!

 

Never Ending Autumn

Mother Nature is the lender
of glorious & vibrant Autumn splendor.

I don’t prefer Summer—instead
trees of rust & gold & red.

For all this notion may be worth,
falling leaves are jewels of Mother Earth…

A carpet of many colors ….  splendid;
no need to save, change, or mend it.

Perpetual Fall would be my fantasy;
looking up, only brilliance would I see.

Autumn splendor that never ends—
That’s what this poem lovingly intends.

 

Fall Fever

The leaves are barely turning,
yet my fever has begun!
I feel October’s yearning,
as I bask in the late-day sun.

Summer makes me sweaty;
Winter makes me whine.
Spring brings on a smile,
but Fall is definitely divine.

This fever brings me pleasure.
I’m eager every year
to enjoy Autumn’s treasure,
and when it’s gone — a plaintive tear.

Each season has its place,
but my heart belongs to Fall.
A feeling I cannot cure,
Fall Fever says it all!

 

Autumn Daze

Sunshine warms my weathered face,

Upturned to greet its glow.

Shimmers on the water.

Glassy ripples….. slow.

Mountains bloom russet shades;

stillness on the dock.

Nature all around

on leaves & grass & rock.

Oh! That Fall could last forever

Through the winter long

October mem’ries keep me warm

with Autumn’s flaming song!

 

 

Fall Fascination

The trees are shedding their autumn garb–

Leaves, falling softly, like a whisper.

Soon the branches will be naked and

shivering from winter’s wind & snow.

But for now the lingering flaming foliage

fascinates me like nothing else.

The leaves’ last hurrah—dizzy & dazzling,

bursting with color.
An encore before Fall’s finale!

 

Autumn in Bridgton (Maine)

 

 

Autumn rain has come to Bridgton

The leaves are all aground.

A flaming carpet ‘neath my feet;

They fall without a sound.

Autumn rain has come to Bridgton;

A wet and wonderful chill.

Sad and somber some would say,

But I love the Autumn, still.

The rains will change soon, here in Bridgton,

To sparkling sunlight on the lake.

I’ll gather leaves from Nature’s carpet—

A bit of Bridgton I will take.

November Already?

Saturday, November 2nd, 2019

 

I find it hard to believe that we are almost at the end of the year 2019. Why does it seem that the days whiz by the older we get? And with November, I know the fall flowers and leaves will soon be all gone and the trees and ground will be barren, so I have a poem for that, below.

But before we lose the colors of fall, I also want to post some photos of trees and flowers I have been taking the last couple weeks, so you can click on the pictures and enjoy the fall colors anytime.

However, I also want to note that November is American Diabetes Month and I will be posting information on this important topic, as well reviewing a book or two on memory loss. But for now, just enjoy the trees and flowers wherever you are. (If you live in the south, your peak foliage’s just beginning. Lucky you!

Finally, I want to apologize for the fact that some the petitions and information I post override the margins and make reading difficult. Unfortunately, I cannot change the width the message and will have to just post the link when the margin is obliterated. Thanx for your patience.

Mother Nature’s Flaming Foliage

Mother Nature’s palette is exquisite this time of year

Her visit of fall colors like a bold, jewel-toned necklace:

 leaves and flowers of russet and gold, red and yellow…

So bold against the sunny skies they dazzle my eyes.

The leaves are the trees last hurrah, before winter comes

and bare limbs succumb to freezing rain and snow.

                                                                                           So please do not weep!

I know the trees are just going to sleep,

soldiering against the winter storms until Spring,

bringing the bling of new flowers and green leaves.

 

But for a few more days, I wallow in the beauty of fall,

Its flaming flowers & foliage always, for me, will enthrall!

 

 

 

 

Subscribe