Fall poems
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A Dance in the wind
Slowly the sun is rising
Over a foggy garden
In an overcast sky
Slowly the temperature drops
First frost has yet to set in
The last of the garden is being
Harvested
Fourteen miniature pumpkins
A few more spontaneous gourdes
Basil
Terracotta flower pots are empty
Nesting inside one and other
Stored safely for the coming season
The wood pile is being organized
The bicycle brought in
The snow shovels still stored
Let’s not get ahead of ourselves!
As I contemplate
These amazing days of sun and dry weather
I’m overwhelmed with gratitude for this life
A dance
Leaves
Red green yellow
in droves they spin
I am the wind
Stay my heart
Solid my soul
Rest gentle ones
Spin turn twirl
Love
with complete abandon
the cornucopia that is this life
💕
If I look up
If I look up
I see the trees
A yellow maple and a red one
growing side by side
And just across the way
a huge white pine
needles so soft
cover the ground
The wind blows,
gently leaves swing
to the earth
One
landed in my hammock
There is awe in a sunbeam
Time slows
I feel a sense of peace
in the rush
that is this life
If I look up
I see a cloud thin across the sky
A chickadee
A junco
A nuthatch
If I look up
beyond the light
into the night
I see
the void and soooooo
many stars
the Milky Way
colors of light dancing thru the night
If I look up
I might
see thee
Leaning over
Into my night
Into the light
to very softly kiss
me
☀️
A crack in the night
the ring
around the moon
shines bright
Halloween trees
sway in the dark winds
it is nearing mid-night
No rain just bright light
and little tea tree candles
burning with delight
~
Une fissure dans la nuit
l'anneau
autour de la lune
brille de mille feux
Arbres d'halloween
balancer dans les vents sombres
on approche mi-nuit
Pas de pluie
juste une lumière vive
et des petites bougies d'arbre à thé
brûlant de joie
~~
The five am writing club is awake
The storm has calmed a little.
deep is the night,
and not exactly still
Leaves whimper
their unwillingness
to fall
Through
the pitch black
the wind chimes ~
little bells.
I know
when the first light rises,
in one cup of coffee or so,
the trees will be
at their most naked.
And I
here in the dark
light up the screen
in little scribbles
of black and white
Wondering how long
this lovely warmth
Will last.
For behind it winter
is on its way.
~
Le club d'écriture de cinq heures du matin
est réveillé.
La tempête s'est un peu calmée.
Profonde est la nuit,
et pas exactement
calme.
Les feuilles gémissent
leur réticence
À travers le noir
les carillons éoliens ~
petites cloches.
je connais l'heure
quand la première lumière se lève
dans une tasse de café ou plus
les arbres seront mis à nus.
Et moi
ici dans le noir
allume l'écran
de petits gribouillis
en noir blanc
me demande
combien de temps encore
cette belle chaleur
durera.
Car l'hiver
est
sur le chemin.
~~
A million expressions
Dark as night
the storm rages through
Wind is howling
Leaves are swirling
Rain is flying side ways
against my windows
Midnight blues sets in
~
Un million d'expressions
Sombre comme la nuit
la tempête fait rage
Le vent hurle
Les feuilles tournoient
La pluie vole de tout côtés
contre mes fenêtres
Le blues de minuit s'installe
~~
I linger in the woods
Follow the sounds of
Leaves dropping to the ground
Gold in the wind
The light is a respite
from the darkness
we have traveled
across the political landscape
Shadows loom
but in the light of day
in the sheer beauty of fall
for an instant turmoil vanishes
and the world is
beauty
~~
Filaments of light
Sway in the afternoon breeze
it is still
summer here
Patiently Fall waited
Magic seen
in colorful leaves
dancing on
little pond waters
Tumbling down the brooke
ash, maple, poplar, oak
all whisper
we are,
hear.
~
Filaments de lumière dance
dans la brise cet après-midi,
l'été encore ici.
Patiemment,
l'automne attend
Magie visible
en feuilles colorées
sur les petites eaux de l'étang
Les feuilles vivantes
dévalent dans le ruisseau
frêne, érable, peuplier, chene,
murmurent
nous sommes,
lå attends.
~~
Rain
Pounding on deck
Sky deep and gray
In heart
Sun today
~
Pluie
Cascade
Ciel gris sombre
Coeur
Ensoleillé
~~
work in progress
Having supplies
is helpful in creation
in the east
smoke rises
in the west
a little artist
is testing
emulsion theories
it is five am
the little poet
writes
she looks for
a quote from
her friends
who hashtag
five am writing
a tiny book
is waiting too
it is drying
the moment is supremely
still
not even a mouse is stirring,
in this season,
that is saying something.
~
travaux en cours
Avoir des fournitures
est utile dans la création
dans l'est
la fumée monte
dans l'ouest
une petite artiste
teste
théories d'émulsion
il est cinq heures du matin
la poète
écrit
elle cherche
une citation de
ses amies
qui hashtag
cinq heures du matin
écritures
un petit livre
attend sur la table
il sèche
le moment est
suprêmement
tranquil
pas même une souris ne bouge,
en cette saison,
c'est dire quelque chose.
