The warmth of the late Summer sun I yet feel
Whispers of the changing season this day to reveal
Vibrant strokes of yellow upon birch tree leaves
Taken alight by this day's caressing breeze
A calm resolve, Summer's bloom hushed in fulfillment array
Trees, brush, fields of green, readied for the Fall parlay.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
View on the Catskill, Early Autumn (detail), Oil on canvas, 1836–1837, Thomas Cole, 1801–1848, The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York.
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7 comments:
Beautiful... Fall is my favorite season and I appreciate the smells, colors and cooler temperatures.....I could never express it in such a wonderful way as you have. Your poem is beautiful Rose Marie....:-) Hugs, Bernie
Rose Marie,
Beautifully expressed about the changing of the season. With your expression of words of the changes ,I can only imagine the beauty of those
colors.
Hi Rose Marie-
I love the colors of change - your poem expresses this so beautifully as the world turns and the shadows dance through thinning trees I am full of energy and hope. I absorb the remnants of summer and turn my collar to brace for the cold.
Love Gail
Peace.....
The beauty of summer is leaving but fall carries so much beauty as well.
Lovely words, Rose Marie!
Your poem brought a sweet smile to my face...thank you!
Margie:)
Hi Rose Marie,
Beautiful poem thanks.
Loved,
Herrad
Rose Marie: Love the words you use to invoke the change of seasons: "whispers, warmth, strokes, caress, hushed, readied". They really evoke an Indian Summer feeling inside me.
Thank you all for the listening, feeling, seeing of the world of seasons we share.
Bernie, the smells, colors, temperatures...
Choices, the changes, colors...
Gail, the change of colors, preparation for cold...
Margie, the beauty...
Herrad, the words...
Bonnie, the images, feelings...
Each its own poetic expression.
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