abscission
abscission
Autumn's a Smorgasbord for the senses;
sights, sounds, smells and tastes---
the smell of dry leaves as they crunch and crackle underfoot or
when burrowing into a freshly raked leaf pile.
the aroma of burning leaves....
orange, red and yellows,
pumpkins, apples,
pie, and cider
fire in the fire place
and turkey in the oven.
Brisk and bracing,
Wind and rain.
sights, sounds, smells and tastes---
the smell of dry leaves as they crunch and crackle underfoot or
when burrowing into a freshly raked leaf pile.
the aroma of burning leaves....
orange, red and yellows,
pumpkins, apples,
pie, and cider
fire in the fire place
and turkey in the oven.
Brisk and bracing,
Wind and rain.
7 Comments:
I can feel it...I can sense it. :)
Sharp and skillful; well done.
I loved this, your capture of Autumn for the senses. My favorite time of year, where one can find such beauty even in the contrasts, and always something to ignite our words. My write for this week took me to an event of my childhood, but thought I'd share a link to an older piece a bit along the lines of yours: http://insideoutpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/11/quiet-season.html
Thanks for sharing your lovely poem!
I am hearing the crackling and rustling of the leaves within our lines here Rel. Lovely writing! :-)
Nice tribute to the sights and sounds of autumn.
Rel, you brought Autumn front and center ~ crunch and all!
I wholeheartedly agree...
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