It's Poetry Friday, and Patricia Franz is hosting HERE on her blog Reverie! Thanks for hosting, Patricia!
After an unusually warm October, winter temps moved in Wednesday. I'll have a lot more to do, but I raked leaves all day Tuesday, starting the autumn leaf grab. Too many trees surround my home, so I'll gather for several weeks until a final layer is left for a winter blanket. Raking means slow moving and slow looking, so I discovered a tiny flower not seen before. Taking one's time, to "look long" is often rewarding, thus my poem today.
Finale
While raking leaves
before the winter party
returns,
I discovered
one stem of purple bells –
still chiming.
Linda Baie ©
Still chiming! I love a satisfying ending like that. *happy sigh*
ReplyDeleteSo lovely!! Thanks for sharing this moment with us. :)
ReplyDeleteLinda, your chiming purple bells are a lovely reward after all of the hard work of raking!
ReplyDeleteLook at how gorgeous that purple pops among your ivy! What a reward for the slow-look-raking! I love that you will leave some leaves to blanket the earth before winter sets in. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, everyone, I'm out raking again, as long as the sun keeps me warm, & looking for other surprises.
ReplyDeleteAlways fun to discover new things and especially flowers, hope it carries on for a bit and the joy it brings! Yes to taking time and to discover, thanks Linda!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Michelle, I raked again today & it's still chiming! The hard freeze didn't do much last night, but I know the weather will change!
DeleteHere's to looking closely and finding treasure! Earth never disappoints.
ReplyDeleteLovely. I like the idea of the Winter Party...as if it's a family coming to celebrate. I know you didn't capitalize for that. But, in my mind...it works for me.
ReplyDeleteLove those purple bells still chiming.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mary Lee, Linda, & Marcie, it's always good to find some treasure this late in the year!
ReplyDeleteLinda, the simplicity of your prose and poetic thoughts make for a sweet entry a fall day. A pop of purple under crunchy leaves is always a gift. Enjoy your raking. I am looking forward to a walk by the creek to see what the leaf accumulation looks like there. Stay warm now that you are moving over to chilly days. We got our taste of November yesterday.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Carol, It'll be nice today, but tomorrow not so much! How wonderful that you have a nearby creek for exploring!
DeleteAlthough, I did not take the full walk the short path provided enough blanets of leaves to crunch through.
DeleteThis is a lovely blossom of a poem to celebrate an unexpected delight! Here's to "slow moving and slow looking"!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Molly
DeleteLinda, such a sweet metaphor in your poem. It made me smile to think of that stem of purple bells chiming.
ReplyDeleteThank you! I fear that tiny bloom is gone now, under our big snow!
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