Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 132
Hosted this week by the brilliant & amazing poet Chrissa!
Come join us!
Besides the autumn poets sing,
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the haze...
~Emily Dickinson
Autumn speaks change
Through falling leaves on wind's sad song
Crackling with colors warm and bold
It is an ironic chorus
Of holding on and letting go
The trees shed their clothes
For all to see
We bundle up with coats and scarves
then it calls to us in a whispered plea
Come closer my dear
Climb into my embrace
It is a welcoming that reaches deep
And we follow with hopeful feet
Longing for something great beyond the ridge.
Keeping love alive requires looking beyond the ridge .... always. Brava Carrie.
ReplyDelete"And we follow with hopeful feet" (looking for love over the hill). It's them, the trees, and us each having their own way, yet an Autumn poem (I liked Emily Dickson's viewpoint). I had to smile with "The trees shed their clothes -- For all to see -- We bundle up with coats and scarves.
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Crackling with colors warm and bold
ReplyDeleteIt is an ironic chorus
Of holding on and letting go
Love these words Carrie! One can feel the movements of the falling leaves without seeing them drifting down.
Hank
This is marvelous! You've captured a dance in this, a handing off of season and hope and possibility. And the gateway verse was a perfect introduction. :)
ReplyDeleteAutumns colour words keeps us on our toes. Life dances in its dynamics
ReplyDeleteHappy you dropped by to read mine
Much💙love
This is wonderful...."on wind's sad song" is so lovely. All the bold colour of fall itself is in this poem.
ReplyDeleteI think we can all use a little warmth and optimism right now!
ReplyDeleteI'm with Fireblossom! "Longing for something great beyond the ridge."
ReplyDeleteLove and longing on hopeful feet. Love this, Carrie!
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