Fall poems


Breath

Slowly the body exhales
And gently the chest rises
For an smooth inhale

Rivers flow
Glaciers move
Oceans ebb

Fall is here

Maples turn a red
Fit for the gods
Crimson falls

Birch glisten in golden yellows
As the sun descends
on graying branches

Orange covers the soil

A cornucopia of lights
Twirl in the darkest nights
Hearts sing a music seldom seen

October
crisp
warm
dry
Relaxes underfoot

In the great mystery that is our lives
fall’s grandeur sweeps the heart away

And reminds us to breath
Serenely
Deeply

Unconditionally


☀️



In the wind

In the wind
the top of the poplar
broke off

Almost

Huge top
hung by a length

Storm after storm
Day after day
One season into the next

There above the driveway
Undeterred
It hung waiting out the wind

Until last night
When the pounding rain
Finally did it in

In the deep night it fell
Crashed to the ground
Leaving the rest of the trunk
Standing tall
way above
into the sky

But the top

It impaled the ground

Deep into the fresh dirt

it stuck

Leaving the rest of itself
standing
Oh so clearly
Interlacing the birch and maple

Like a natural fence

Above the stone wall

There rests the poplar top

Among the little trees it spared
A sight to be hold

Woven
Knit
Intertwined

And I can’t help believe
Andy Goldsworthy
would be proud


🫶


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



☀️


Golden the Light

Golden the light
Autumn
Dry and gentle the air
Soft the breeze

As I bask in the glory
of all the changing leaves
the tiny hummingbirds migration has begun

Slowly the colors shift
from deep refreshing blues and greens
to bright magnificent yellows
reds and orange and golds

Tomorrow harvest
the last basil leaves, and tomatoes
Apples and miniature pumpkins
Fall is here

Glowing

In golden light

Calling me to bask

In all it’s glory!

Chasing away the night.
Asking me gently to prepare
For the season coming.

💕

 
 
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.
 
 
 

 

Day break
 
the sky is turning
pale pink ~
on frosty ground
 
My heart is burning
~ it is light
 
Beech tree leaves
cling
in golden yellow,
lemon green or
pale tan hues
 
Night is fading
to the sound
of the juncos
waking up
 
the forest whispers
I am home.
 
 
~~
 
 
Petit matin
le ciel tourne
rose pâle ~
sur un sol gelé
 
Mon coeur brûle
~ il fait jour
 
Feuilles de hêtre
se cramponnent
en jaune d'or
vert citron ou
teintes pâles
 
La nuit s'estompe
au son
des juncos
qui se réveil
 
la forêt murmure
je suis ta maison.