I'm visiting Irene Latham at Live Your Poem today with an "Octopoem" for Agnes, her favorite octopus, celebrating #Octopusmonth.
My days filled with leaves this week, alongside the challenging news, daily things like checking for a roof leak (no answer to the ceiling crack yet-yikes), and fun, too, with the grandgirls and at the bookstore.
I raked them. I filled paper bags from Ace Hardware and delivered them to our "Leaf Drop" program for future mulch. I gathered some beautiful ones to lay on the dining table and show Ingrid and Imogene how to identify them. And, sharing below, I took a walk. Actually, I took more than one, but. . . I am fortunate to live where there are many trees, a forest city! So, a poem, too.
I Went Out For A Walk
Some trees spread their prints.
Leafy remains lie like tablecloths,
picnic ready.
picnic ready.
Crispy crimson clings for show,
ignoring translucent evidence
of goodbyes.
Linda Baie © All Rights Reserved
This is why fall is without a doubt my favourite time of year. :-)
ReplyDeleteI agree. I think I write more about fall than any other season. Thanks, Jane.
DeleteBeautiful montage Linda, and I love your layered, textural poem it describes the colors of season– and the your alliteration of the c's reminds me of the crunching sounds of leaves. I envy your walks this week, I'm big on walking but just added one more class to the classes I'm teaching–so I'm up to 5–and have been prepping my art inventory for a forthcoming winter art show. Alas my walks walked away this week–hopefully will return soon.
ReplyDeleteWow, you are so busy, Michelle! Best wishes for all of that. I'd love to take your class! Thanks for coming by.
DeletePicnic ready---complete with cinnamon scent and tablecloth welcome. What's not to love? A beautiful goodbye if there ever was one.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Linda. It is a lovely time of year!
DeleteLove your pics and poem.(Someday you'll have to teach me how you created the collage.) I love the "leafy remains," but our rains this week have are taken the crunch out of fall. This is truly my favorite time of the year.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing your walk with us, Linda. I love the image of the fallen leaves as a colorful picnic blanket.
ReplyDeleteWhat a gorgeous walk you share through your photographs and poem. We will soon have leaves spread a picnic blanket here.
ReplyDelete"translucent evidence of goodbyes" - What a line! You weave universal truth into such a vivid image. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteJust gorgeous, poem and photos. Love "leafy remains lie like tablecloths"!
ReplyDeleteThanks everyone. Autumn is a wonderfully inspiring time, isn't it? I appreciate your words.
ReplyDeleteThank you for so beautifully capturing the feel of an autumn walk. (We aren't having much autumn in California right now.) "Crispy crimson" is the perfect autumn leaf descriptor!
ReplyDeleteEvery fall I wish for that bright red of fall, but we don't get it this far south. i love how the crimson clings for show.
ReplyDeleteI am so excited to have received your offering for #AbundantAutumn, Linda, and what a colorful one it is. Your walks are quite productive with its crispy crimson color spotters.
ReplyDeleteI saw your poem on Facebook earlier--nice to read it again here. Yes, you are fortunate to live in a forest city!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Karin, Margaret, Carol, and Buffy. I do love this season and am grateful for the many trees in Denver. They are beautiful all seasons, even bare, but fall is especially lovely.
ReplyDeleteYou've captured the essence of fall--in your poem and images. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteBoth your photos and your poem are beautiful, Linda! These lines:
ReplyDelete"Some trees spread their prints.
Leafy remains lie like tablecloths,
picnic ready."
have enriched how I will look at fall scenery moving forward. I love the image of those leafy spreads as welcoming tablecloths. Thanks for sharing some of the leafy beauty of your world and good luck with the ceiling crack!
Thanks, Susan & Molly. I see those "tablecloths" everywhere lately! And, no word yet on the crack!
ReplyDeleteI've come to count on your crisp, autumn poems, Linda! They're the closest to fall I get. Thanks for inviting me to your picnic. :)
ReplyDeleteHappy that I can bring this kind of fall to you, Michelle. Thanks!
DeleteBeautiful! Like Michelle, I love experiencing fall vicariously every year!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Ruth. I love seeing your beautiful pictures from Haiti, too.
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