Umbrella of Crimson Red

Umbrella of Crimson Red

 

 

lay with me

in this cusp of autumn

beneath an umbrella of crimson red

oh, how the trees are lovely

this time of year,

vermilion leaves pirouetting down

in a whirlwind dance

scrapbooking pages

for  poets

and sages.

Reviews

[redzone]

what a 'colorful' Autumn poem Kelly. You made me feel I was under that umbrella, watching leaves dance to an imagined Chopin melody. this is a very sensual poem and one I will put in my scrapbook, along with some leaves.

Curt

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you, Curt! I got a video the other day of a wind vortex gathering up leaves. I was so thrilled to record it. Autumn is such a beautiful time of year. I'm really going to hate to see it go!

[red93]

Fabulous Kelly - one of yr most outstanding lyrics to date. I love it. No wonder you have been called 'The Mistress of Minimalism'. Exceptional ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you for making my day such an extraordinary one, Tony!

[red93]

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[Another Relic]

When my mother died I had to go through all her things. I found a little book of appointments and inside was a flat flower. It was on a page that was to make am appointment for a date with my father. :)

Your words are always great to read. Your diction and syntax are admirable.

[Kelly Scheppers]

How wonderful for you - you found a treasure your mother left behind. It's always a pleasure for me, seeing you. Thank you, Tim!

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

i. loved. every. line.
what superb work. and ode to autumn, also my favourite time of year.
this is definitely a case of less is more. evoking this image of a red umberalla allows us to swim into this scene and taste its sweetness. and perhaps its length also reflects how brief this season always seems.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Such a lovely review! Thank you!

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

just read it again. love it still.

[Dave W.]

Oh I like this, just an intimate setting with a loved one as leaves fall all around. This made me feel peace. thank you

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you most kindly, Dave.

[Lorry]

Very well captured Ms Nicely Niceington. (well, Sir Noodle already claimed legs as his own!)
The redness of autumn is what makes it so very special, with its red confetti leaves, trees and even bushes blushing at some in joke with the some time rouged sky.
It's nice to ponder what makes them glow and I can only presume by the imagined giggles I hear that it be very naughty indeed!
But just think of all the mess they'd make if they all got put on the naughty step! You'd have to join them there, what with all the effin' and blindin' you'd be raging at having to clean up... Best just to leave them to their giggles and enjoy the beauty show nature provides. 😃

[Kelly Scheppers]

The red dominates quite nicely, says Ms. Nicely Niceington! But the gold compliments it so well. Mother nature has some box of crayons! Thanks for the smile, Lorry! Take care!

[emmajoygreen]

Every word, phrase beginning to end is - beautiful. Autumn is my long-felt favourite season.. it is not the death of previous seasons but the most beautiful reincarnation.. As to the love..

Sighing.. tis perfect

[Kelly Scheppers]

Oh, dear Em, how wonderful of you to say! It breaks my heart to see the trees so bare, the leaves scattering in the wind, aimless in their direction. I could only hope to capture their beauty with the prose of words. Thank you for your presence here. Love and light, my friend!

[emmajoygreen]

Look at the trees though, see how they bend to the wind; think how they've grown over time and will go on and on until they reach their prime. Read a book called 'How to Read a Tree' - tis fact and tells this and that - Author Tristan Gooley!

Autumn should never last too long, luv.. if it did, would you value it as much. DK the answer but..

Take care, dear you.. always remember, our world is beautiful, whatever.. its just us who mess it up!!! hug.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Kelly... you have penned the most Romantic Autumn Poem that
ever caressed the Bonding of orchestrated symphonies in Red kisses tenderly gathered beneath Trees in Pleasure Beds of Ecstasy. softly, Pat

[Kelly Scheppers]

Autumn will soon be gone, as will all the beautiful colors of nature. I read something today that I'll fondly remember...that mother nature has the best box of crayons! Thank you, Pat!

[Patricia Wedel]

So playful and true... a Sunset will rest on your Breast and leave you with Lullabies. The Birds seem to be enjoying the Golden leaves that flutter like Lullabies... softly, Pat

[Perdition]

Sweet and soft as the passing chickadee almost as if wingless but for the seldom flutterings. A wonderful day to be lost in the image and "cusp", the spindling leaf and golden suddenness of twilight. A book, red and melting glass of wine, the swaying of an effortless hammock lost in distant laughter. Too soon, far too soon these colors will be gone, but not today, nope, today they pledge us all the honor of another day and come tomorrow...well tomorrow is simply a sleep and dream away. Sweet and soft these leaves of poetry, bookmarked and still with us. Fire? ..lol. Lovely as always Kelly...move over some would ya..lol. :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

I think autumn is the hardest of seasons to let go of, for it's more the season of the soul than of nature. Lovely quote, isn't it? And so apropos of autumn! Thank you, darlin! xo