I’ve been struggling with ideas lately. Some days the words come easily, some days they’re stuck inside me, hiding. I wanted to write something new for today’s Poetry Friday, but after wrestling with my thoughts for an hour, I couldn’t come up with anything quite satisfying enough. So I read and reread – poems from poets I love, poems I wrote, poems waiting to be shared. I found this list poem about my favorite time of year, made a few revisions, and decided to post it here today. Fall is a wondrous season of transition. I’m hoping it brings a restart for me.
For the Love of Fall
the quilt of red and yellow and orange on the hill
the air, cool and crisp, on my cheeks
the smoky scent of a crackling bonfire
everything pumpkin (and pumpkin everything)
warm afternoons that surrender to cool evenings
a harvest moon—big and round and oh-so-close
the first day it’s cool enough for your favorite sweater
honking geese
Halloween
dog vs. squirrel—
Crunch! Crunch!
Scamper! Scurry!
…Gone!
Denise has today’s round-up at Dare to Care. Head over for more poetry fun!
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What a lovely revision….I want to wrap up in that quilt, sit with a pumpkin spice latte and watch dogs and squirrels scamper. The change of seasons is so welcome to me too! Just a bit of cool. I’m not fond of cold. I’ll take four months of what you describe.
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Thanks for reading, Linda! Four months of fall sounds about right!
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Lovely poem, Rose. Fall is my favorite season so I enjoyed all the beautiful images you included. Sigh.
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Rose, I can see the love you have for fall, especially somehow in the crunch, crunch and chasing of the squirrel and dog. It puts us there right with you and the critters enjoying “the quilt of red and yellow and orange.” I hope you are inspired this fall to meet your writerly goals!
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Your quilt sounds so warm and inviting. And I know what you mean about pumpkin – I noticed that! (It is not the same in Australia!!)
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Rose: It’s my favorite season also, and I am anxiously waiting. Thanks for reminding me of these glories of fall…
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I like your flavor-filled romp into Fall Rose, I feel your poem gaining speed and then it’s “…Gone!”— Though I hope it lingers on, it’s a favorite season of mine, thanks!
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I’m enjoying the “long afternoons that surrender to cool evenings.” I’m a fall fan, for sure, and have taken out a few sweaters.
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I’ll see Linda’s four months of the weather you described, and raise her two months. 🙂 I love the fall weather. But, like the critters at the end of our delightful poem, it always seems to go too fast: scamper, scurry, Gone! 🙂
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Rose, you’ve captured all my favorite things about fall in this poem! Especially these two lines: the smoky scent of a crackling bonfire
everything pumpkin (and pumpkin everything)
I love how you’ve played with everything & pumpkin.
Thanks for sharing this today!
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So many lovely things in your list! Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
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Rose, I love that you shared your favorite fall loves with us. I also like the format of this poem. I am glad that I am reading this on the first day of fall. Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks, Carol. I hope you are enjoying some lovely fall weather.
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Hooray for fall!
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