Thursday, August 29, 2024

Poetry Friday - Seasonal Happiness

       It's Poetry Friday, and Susan is hosting HERE on her blog, Chicken Spaghetti.  If you're thinking of having lunch anytime soon, I suggest that you run right over to Susan's post and have "Lunch with Laura". A certain poet named David Moody has prepared it! Thanks for hosting, Susan!



        I know, I know. Autumn does not officially start until September 22nd, yet here at home in Denver, night is arriving sooner. It's dark in the morning when I rise, and some leaves are changing. . . And, of course, schools have started! It's a lovely time to be outside, glorying in the late-summer blooms. The cosmos and the black-eyed susans, among others, fill gardens, aiming to have the last laugh!
       Here is my response to the challenge from the Poetry Sisters to join them in writing ekphrastic poems. Thanks to  Tanita, Laura,  Mary Lee,  LizSaraTricia, and Kelly. Make sure to stop by and read their posts! Find more poems from this prompt tagged with #PoetryPals. 



Trees start their whispers:

“Hey, leaves, okay to let go."

‘Til next year, Summer.”

Cicadas applaud.

 

Linda Baie ©



  

18 comments:

  1. I can hear those cicadas applauding, Linda. Yay! xo

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    1. Thanks, Irene, they do seem loud enough to reach you way over there!

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  2. Linda I love your Fall-coming-upon-us poem especially the “cicadas applaud,” terrific exchange, thanks for the smiles 😌 and approaching 🍂🍁, thanks!

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    1. Thanks, Michelle, I do love fall, and when it begins to be cooler, and love the colors changing.

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  3. Great photo, Linda, and the poem you wrote from it suits it so well. Fall is a great season to be reminded that it's OK to let some things go.

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  4. Oh, the applause of the cicadas! Perfection!!

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  5. In the midst of some hot, hot days in Indiana, it’s refreshing to think of Fall approaching! I’m looking forward to those whispering trees.

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  6. ha! A round of applause for the aspens! I raise my pumpkin latte to you!

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  7. Linda, delightful poem. I like reading that tree is given permission to let go, and the cicada applause is deafening!

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  8. Ooh, that's lovely, as is the glimpse of two yellow-y leaves. I am feeling the season turn...

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  9. Thanks everyone, for coming by. I've been out this Friday, my usual 'errand' day, ready for the weekend! Wishing you all a nice time however you spend it!

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  10. They’re looking tired here, too😔. The cicadas here have stopped their applause, but the catydids are still going.

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  11. Oh those cicadas! I'm so sad to see summer go, but the fall is so beautiful.

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    1. Thanks, Marcie, it's tricky, isn't it? We love fall but then, winter is not far behind!

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  12. It was feeling lovely and autumnal here last week, and I was soooo ready, but summer has decided to make one last hurrah before finally heading off!

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  13. Such a feeling of delight to think of the leaves whispering to one another, careless of our listening in :)

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  14. Oh, I love the idea of the trees whispering. Our leaves have already started changing a bit. Hopefully fall, my favorite season, will arrive soon! Summer's been with us long enough.

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  15. Thanks, Jane, Patricia, & Ramona It is fun to imagine the chatter going on. We know that trees communicate with each other in some ways, maybe they are whispering?

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