Poetry Friday - Autumn Encore

Katya at Write. Sketch. Repeat. hosts today's Round-Up of Poetry Friday links. Thanks for hosting, Katya!


         
For nearly everyone, it's been a glorious autumn. I'm taking liberty with a favorite poem by Karla Kuskin, Thoughts That Were Put Into Words, because some of the words fit so well. In the first stanza, she wrote:

    Thoughts that were put into words
     Have been said.
     The Words were then spoken
     And written
     And Read.
     Take a look and go on
     We are practically done.



     . You can find this favorite 'goodbye' poem in Kuskin's Collected Works, Moon, Have You Met My Mother.  Here is my version of the events of this fall, thanks to Karla Kuskin.

         Autumn That Was Put Into Words (And Pictures)

          Poems and pictures and words
           have been shared
           on Facebook and Instagram
           not one sight
           was spared.
           
           One more look, time to stop;
           There is snow on the ground.

         The two trees are favorites that I see nearly every day, easy to love that left ash tree, but weeping willows don't always show off their beauty as this one did. I stopped, parked and took the picture. That's how it's been all the autumn days, more beauty. And now it's November, we had the first snow Thursday morning.

         So, one more poem to share, this time of days coming. You may have seen it if you receive the poems from The Writer's Almanac, but if you did, I hope you enjoy the beautiful words all over again. 

On The Shortest Days
               by Joyce Sutphen

At almost four in the afternoon, the
wind picks up and sifts through the golden woods.

The tree trunks bronze and redden, branches
on fire in the heavy sky that flickers

with the disappearing sun. I wonder
what I owe the fading day, why I keep

my place at this dark desk by the window
measuring the force of the wind, gauging

You can find the rest here.