Whispers Of Autumn 2009
by Leland Waldrip
Thursday, October 29, 2009
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Fall colors were beautiful this year. But as the season cycles, the color has drained away. Now another phase of autumn sets in. It makes me think of the other poem I wrote a couple of years ago in honor of that turning. At the risk of boring some who read it before, I re-post it now.
A storm came through last night and many leaves came down. The woods opened up almost as if a switch had been thrown, and the season changed from a brilliant fall to the beginnings of winter, and cold weather can only be around the corner.
Pastel’s zenith found itself, days gone by,
And splashed the woods with hickory yellow,
Rustic crimson ate the chlorophyll dye,
Sugar maples lit raspberry mellow.
Now hued leaves turn overnight brown,
They grasp to twig homes like bird claws,
But rain sprinkles gravity, pulling down,
And little zephyr twists are final straws.
Nine-month stems break weakened clasp,
Crispy curls float toward winter station,
Softly click as at bare limbs they grasp,
Desperate to avoid predestination.
In sporadic flocks they gather, descend
To whirl about, collide, one another,
From the full treetops their way wend,
Toward feet of sleeping mother.
Spiral down hushed helix, down,
Softly whisper swan song dying,
Settle into carpet, siblings around,
For precious sunlight not now vying,
For rustling rest ‘til bacteria, mold
Convert substance to topsoil loam,
Their mother, other flora fold —
Nutrients for a new leaf’s home.
This mighty secret the leaves all know,
Life recycles in the course of time,
November’s quiet whispers, so low —
Immortality song sublime!
© 2005 R. Leland Waldrip
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|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Flowers in the spring, leaves in the fall. What wonders nature brings us for your pen to extoll.
|Reviewed by C. J. Stevens
|Written by a true nature lover - eloquent and compassionate. A concept that remains with the reader, as does the poem. Thank you, Leland.
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|It is as though you have seen what has happened here on the mountain over the past couple of days, Leland. Your poem is a lovely portrait of my favorite season. Thank you. Love and peace,
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|One of the best 'Autumn' poems I have ever read.
|Reviewed by Eugene Williams
|unbelievable imagry this is a painting of words very very good indeed|
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|wonderful and picturesque|
|Reviewed by Susan de Vegter
|This is a beaurtiful and stunning word picture. IT brings forth all the emotiuons and tweaks the senses....especially mine. Oh! I've missed the seasons that change there. Here in Florida we have Hibicus all year and swaying palms. I do appreciate them but I'm a nature woman who needs her senses nudged now and then. It's sooooo good to be back.