Some of the leaves are a
Lip-pursing, sour-apple
Yellowy green, so tart
I can almost taste the
Sharp crisp bite as it
Implodes on my tongue,
Leaving my taste buds
Dazed and aroused and
Waiting for the next, almost
Painful, burst of flavor.
There are the trees with their
Leaves of red and orange,
Standing like flaming
Sentinels, spearing into
The blazing blue
Of the autumn sky.
Oh, how can I survive
Such burning beauty,
Season after season,
And not lose my hold
On reason, my sweet reason.
The smoke from the pyre
Of roasting leaves
Perfumes the air and
Brings back memories
From all the autumns
Of my days,
As I add another
Brightly-colored memory
To the story of my years.
Born in a small, Illinois log cabin . . . No, that won’t work. The pampered only child of incredibly wealthy parents . . . No, that won’t fly either. Raised by French nuns after her aristocratic parents were beheaded . . . No, that’s been done! Got it: An East Coast transplant to the Pacific Northwest, this notoriously late bloomer began her new life with a new career as a writer and blogger. She has taken to both the new location and the career move like a duck to water. Writing is a new adventure, and our intrepid risk-taker is diving in, feeling right at home and making new friends. Reached for comment, she replied, “Okay, I wrote my bio, now may I Please go out and play?” We expect great, or perhaps merely more coherent, things from this writer. (Okay, that’s a wrap. What a wacko!)
Some of the leaves are a
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October 26, 2011 at 2:19 pm
Beautiful poem, Melody!
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October 26, 2011 at 2:25 pm
Thanks, Jen. Every time I look out my window, I’m inspired. I’m SO glad I live here now!
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October 26, 2011 at 2:35 pm
Definitely my favourite season, and you have done it justice here Melody. Hope to see a winter one soon as well.
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October 26, 2011 at 2:47 pm
Mine, too, Garry. Thank you. Here’s one on account for now: http://www.broowaha.com/articles/8970/winter-wonderland. Is that soon enough? 🙂
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October 26, 2011 at 2:53 pm
That winter one was a bit too tense actually but the ending was nice.
Here’s my winter poem
In Scotland
It’s winter
Autumn never arrived
It’s freezing
No change
From the rest of the year then
But dancing keeps the cold at bay
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October 26, 2011 at 2:57 pm
OMGosh, one of the saddest movies I’ve ever seen. The ending still haunts me.
I liked your winter poem, too. I don’t know where mine came from, but I love it when they sneak up on me like that one did.
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October 26, 2011 at 3:07 pm
It’s one of my favourite films. Will keep an eye out for this years winter poem…hopefully the weather will stay good though and you won’t have to write it for a while yet. I do like the cold though.
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October 26, 2011 at 3:13 pm
This is such an invigorating time of the year, and I love the way the chilly air hits my face early in the morning. I’m in no hurry for winter either!
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October 26, 2011 at 9:48 pm
Let’s not talk of winter just yet. Let’s enjoy the reflection of the autumn light while it is still with us! Beautiful, beautiful words, mum. Let go of your reason now and then! It will still be there when you get back, I promise! I love you in all of your yellows and reds and golds! X. -H
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October 26, 2011 at 10:52 pm
My Heather Girl! Thanks for stopping by. No, I’m not ready for winter yet either. Autumn here has been so beautiful this year. Great weather for marching! LOL! I’ll set my reason free. If it’s truly mine it’ll come back ~ that or I’ll be un-reason-able. [Gosh I can’t believe I said that!] 🙂
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October 29, 2011 at 11:35 am
Melody, this is simply beautiful. You truly have honed your poetic skills and this presentation is one to be enjoyed again and again. I enjoyed Garry sharing the clip from Midnight Cowboy too. What a film! It is snowing here today….
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October 29, 2011 at 11:41 am
Cher, it’s cloudy and cool here today. Portland’s mild weather was one of the big deciding factors when I was searching for my new home. Snow, yuck! Thanks, and I’m glad you liked my poem.
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October 31, 2011 at 12:09 pm
I just adore the way you describe the colors. Amazing interpretation and blending of the leaves. When you rake … you pile up such beauty!
Love,
Teesa
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October 31, 2011 at 12:13 pm
LOL, Theresa. One of the nice things about apartment living is Not having to rake! In fact, the maintenance people don’t rake either, they blow the leaves away! Merci du compliment, Madame!
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November 3, 2011 at 12:16 pm
What a splendid and vivid poem Melody! I also love the colorful photo you chose to represent fall with its stunning colors. Beautiful indeed. 🙂
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