Autumn means golden to me golden delicious apple memories the excitement of all the harvests being up on the ladder with a sack around my neck crunching on a sweet golden apple the best one from the top of the tree Autumn means memories of travel camping in different states brisk mornings with hot tea wild parties with Mexican laborers at the end of the day golden sunsets on the horizon Oregon, Washington, Pennsylvania, Maryland Colorado, Utah, Arizona, all different, all the same Orchards were orchards, we loved them all the romance of the season the romance of being a team with my spouse the race to see who could pick the most and bruise the least How I miss the golden years the glamour and the glory the campfires at night rows of empty apple bins by day money to be made now it's just a memory a golden memory of Autumn...
You brought back some beautiful memories for me. We were a great team and had a lot of fun. I'll never forget the racing down the rows of apples and the campfires at night. Those were the days, my love.
Autumn is an always time for wondering about reason and rhyme Autumn is a lovely place to feel the cool winds kiss my face As I bask in gladness of the colorful spree the lovely clothes that adorn the tree Should I venture down thoughts of memory past I will treasure in my heart these memories to the last Now it's time to snuggle in tight and stay warm for the long winter's night.
I am so happy to have you here with us. I love your poem. You used a lot of great imagery and your rhyme and beat were right on. You did a great job!!!
I still find the form Bonnie showed us a while back fascinating. (Blitz Form) Here's a bit different take on it using a bit longer lines but otherwise following all the rules:
AUTUMN OF RED
Falling temperatures chill Falling leaves turn the ground red Red red orange yellow gold brown Red sky nights sailor’s delight Delight in warm knit sweaters Delight in harvest moon cool Cool breezes relieve warm days Cool days we take a brisk walk walking up the mountainside walk through crunchy piles kick leaves
Leaves in mountains where we jump Leaves scrunching under our feet Feet shed sandals for sneakers Feet kept slipper warm inside Inside the house fresh heat blows Inside heat unused for months Months of scorching behind us Months of cold coming too soon Soon feet adorned in snow boots Soon snow piled high in our yards
Yards now spread with autumn leaves Yards that won’t need mowed ‘til Spring Spring flowers dead and buried Spring gone winter getting close Close together we face wind Close holidays Halloween Halloween trick or treating Halloween costumes masks treats Treat yourself hot chocolate Treat to curl up with tv
TV specials Great Pumpkin TV binges weather cold Cold snap high winds finish leaves Cold hand touch your lover’s face Face first into pile of leaves Face the music rake again Again the temperature drops Again the seasons will change Change from Summer to Autumn Change from Autumn to Winter
Winter looms we walk outside Winter holds off some warm days Summer gone from memory Summer gone another year Year after year we cycle Year after year comes Autumn Autumn seems it just comes once Autumn is awesome again Once Again
I loved this enchanting poem. It's beautiful! I especially loved, "Face the music rake again"... The imagery here put me into all the falls I have ever seen. The music of the rake can be heard all over the north.
I loved your poem Victoria. It made me remember all the Autumns of my childhood. I liked the way you ended it, too with the "once" "again" that was really awesome.
Autumn is a time of gathering a time to reap, to bring the harvest in. I look about me thinking I must store against the winter's starkness and I see The glory of the jeweled landscape's splash, the plumage of the hills against the sky. I breathe it in and wonder how to save this sustenance to last through winter's bleak, how can I hoard enough to fill my eyes and sate me through the snow starvation times?
I'll feed me now to last until spring comes filling me up again with beauty's bright. I'll do my best with words and images Reminders of this loveliness I see. I will surround my heart with love for this for that will warm and nourish me enough.
I love the idea of harvesting the sights and sounds of Autumn against the winter. Lovely poem. The iambic pentameter doesn't always hit, the first line in particular, but I never would have looked for it if you hadn't pointed it out.
Yes, you are correct however I could have said Now Autumn, for instance, I suppose if I were being scholarly...Thank you for your kind comment. I tend to play fast and loose with the pentameter, sometimes putting the accents a bit to ones side as it were. Guess I'm a bit naughty that way, lol.
GOLDEN
ReplyDeleteAutumn means golden to me
golden delicious apple memories
the excitement of all the harvests
being up on the ladder
with a sack around my neck
crunching on a sweet golden apple
the best one from the top of the tree
Autumn means memories of travel
camping in different states
brisk mornings with hot tea
wild parties with Mexican laborers
at the end of the day
golden sunsets on the horizon
Oregon, Washington, Pennsylvania, Maryland
Colorado, Utah, Arizona, all different,
all the same
Orchards were orchards, we loved them all
the romance of the season
the romance of being a team with my spouse
the race to see who could pick the most
and bruise the least
How I miss the golden years
the glamour and the glory
the campfires at night
rows of empty apple bins by day
money to be made
now it's just a memory
a golden memory of Autumn...
Thanks you for these lovely images and the picture of the romance and the sparks around it. Wonderful!
DeleteI had almost forgotten about this part of your life. Awesome description of the lifestyle from a different point of view.
DeleteYou brought back some beautiful memories for me. We were a great team and had a lot of fun. I'll never forget the racing down the rows of apples and the campfires at night. Those were the days, my love.
DeleteAutumn by Paul A. Bole
ReplyDeleteAutumn is an always time
for wondering about reason and rhyme
Autumn is a lovely place
to feel the cool winds kiss my face
As I bask in gladness of the colorful spree
the lovely clothes that adorn the tree
Should I venture down thoughts of memory past
I will treasure in my heart these memories to the last
Now it's time to snuggle in tight
and stay warm for the long winter's night.
I liked the way the lines moved and the images presented themselves. Thanks or sharing.
DeleteI love the imagery in this, especially "cool winds kiss my face." Thanks for joining our project!!!
DeleteI am so happy to have you here with us. I love your poem. You used a lot of great imagery and your rhyme and beat were right on. You did a great job!!!
DeleteI still find the form Bonnie showed us a while back fascinating. (Blitz Form) Here's a bit different take on it using a bit longer lines but otherwise following all the rules:
ReplyDeleteAUTUMN OF RED
Falling temperatures chill
Falling leaves turn the ground red
Red red orange yellow gold brown
Red sky nights sailor’s delight
Delight in warm knit sweaters
Delight in harvest moon cool
Cool breezes relieve warm days
Cool days we take a brisk walk
walking up the mountainside
walk through crunchy piles kick leaves
Leaves in mountains where we jump
Leaves scrunching under our feet
Feet shed sandals for sneakers
Feet kept slipper warm inside
Inside the house fresh heat blows
Inside heat unused for months
Months of scorching behind us
Months of cold coming too soon
Soon feet adorned in snow boots
Soon snow piled high in our yards
Yards now spread with autumn leaves
Yards that won’t need mowed ‘til Spring
Spring flowers dead and buried
Spring gone winter getting close
Close together we face wind
Close holidays Halloween
Halloween trick or treating
Halloween costumes masks treats
Treat yourself hot chocolate
Treat to curl up with tv
TV specials Great Pumpkin
TV binges weather cold
Cold snap high winds finish leaves
Cold hand touch your lover’s face
Face first into pile of leaves
Face the music rake again
Again the temperature drops
Again the seasons will change
Change from Summer to Autumn
Change from Autumn to Winter
Winter looms we walk outside
Winter holds off some warm days
Summer gone from memory
Summer gone another year
Year after year we cycle
Year after year comes Autumn
Autumn seems it just comes once
Autumn is awesome again
Once
Again
A cherishing poem, one anyone who loves fall can resonate to.
DeleteI loved this enchanting poem. It's beautiful! I especially loved, "Face the music rake again"... The imagery here put me into all the falls I have ever seen. The music of the rake can be heard all over the north.
ReplyDeleteI loved your poem Victoria. It made me remember all the Autumns of my childhood. I liked the way you ended it, too with the "once" "again" that was really awesome.
ReplyDeleteAutumn is Food for Winter
ReplyDeleteAutumn is a time of gathering
a time to reap, to bring the harvest in.
I look about me thinking I must store
against the winter's starkness and I see
The glory of the jeweled landscape's splash,
the plumage of the hills against the sky.
I breathe it in and wonder how to save
this sustenance to last through winter's bleak,
how can I hoard enough to fill my eyes
and sate me through the snow starvation times?
I'll feed me now to last until spring comes
filling me up again with beauty's bright.
I'll do my best with words and images
Reminders of this loveliness I see.
I will surround my heart with love for this
for that will warm and nourish me enough.
I love the idea of harvesting the sights and sounds of Autumn against the winter. Lovely poem. The iambic pentameter doesn't always hit, the first line in particular, but I never would have looked for it if you hadn't pointed it out.
DeleteYes, you are correct however I could have said Now Autumn, for instance, I suppose if I were being scholarly...Thank you for your kind comment. I tend to play fast and loose with the pentameter, sometimes putting the accents a bit to ones side as it were. Guess I'm a bit naughty that way, lol.
DeleteEverything went just wonderfully this time; Go Figure! Iambic pentameter seems to come easily these days, not sure why, happy to enjoy it though.
ReplyDelete