Autumn sprinkling gold dust,
magic slips into the mountains.
A wedge of honking geese
cuts through cobalt skies.
Golden rod nod their heads,
breath of fall on my cheek.
The air smells like apples,
autumn sprinkling gold dust.
Star-studded asters hug
the banks of Hyatt Mill Creek.
A doe and twin fawns appear,
magic slips into the mountains.
Corn shocks rattle their fingers,
a pumpkin pie baking.
Maple burns like Moses’ bush,
a wedge of honking geese.
Light spins a kaleidoscope
through the patchwork of trees.
Thousands of monarch butterflies
cutting through cobalt skies.
--Brenda Kay Ledford
12 comments:
Brenda, this is such a wonderful poem. You've done a fantastic job, bringing me right into the fall flowers, sounds, and colors.
Thank you so much for your encouraging comments about my quilt.
Wow, your blog header is a breathtaking view. Love the autumn poem. Have a great week!
Beautiful poem, Brenda... Nobody loves Fall anymore than I do.... It's such a magical time of year.... I'm so lucky to live in an area where the Fall Colors and signs are all so wonderful... Like you said: Magical!!!
Hugs,
Betsy
Awe, you described it so well Brenda. Fall is a magical season. Beautiful poem as usual. I'm so happy you both are enjoying the book. Blessings.Susie
Yes, it is a magic season indeed. I love it and your poem.
This is lovely! I have seen more goldenrod this year than ever before.
What an absolutely perfect poem! Your word picture of Autumn say it all!
What a beautiful poem, Brenda! I love your images--"corn shocks rattle their fingers" and "Maple burns like Moses' bush." So vivid!
At the end of a perfect fall day, your lovely verse reminds me of what made it that way!
Love your wonderful words! You are right......there is a magic to fall season!
Your poem is filled with great imagery and is a delight to the senses!
Beautiful!
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