If you can smell apples wherever you go, it's autumn.
I never thought about it, but I guess you do have 'fall' there. This is, after all, 'New" England, so it stands to reason.
Then tis autumn old and new
stands to reason, tis the season whoopy doopy doopy doo............ read moreThen tis autumn old and new
stands to reason, tis the season whoopy doopy doopy doo........... N
These words say far me to me about the poet than the seasons. Autumn brings the onset of decay. That happens to us. In our autumn years, our outer appearance loses some of its youthful vibrance, but the inner us can remain unchanged by the passing years. In many ways we improve with age like a fine wine.
So take me now as you find me
or leave me...
free as a wind blown leaf
Very poetic lines, with a message
Mourning summer, contemplating winter, anticipating spring, BUT living Fall.
How truly wonderful.. I've just come over all unnecessary Chris and how very true.. I was gonna writ.. read moreHow truly wonderful.. I've just come over all unnecessary Chris and how very true.. I was gonna write old and unnecessary but I got a glow back,, made me think of our very own Norman here.. he's still glowing strong and he's well.. he's older than me... Cheers.. Neville
6 Years Ago
Vintage wine, vintage cars, kinda special aren't they?
Thankfully, Nature doesn't hold back in bestowing beauty equally on its varied seasons. Senescence can be beautiful and that's what Autumn teaches us. Its colors can be as vibrant and even more enchanting than spring or summer!
So take me as you find me
Or leave me…
Free as a wind blown leaf...
Very beautiful lines...
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
A wise woman and very kind too... thank you Divya & true..... Neville
Myself, I am in my late Fall.
"Myself Mourning summer
Contemplating winter
Anticipating spring and
Oh' so very envious of fall., "
I enjoyed this poem. Somethings we cannot stop. Winter will find the all of us once day. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote
I have known for several years now that you are a very astute observer & fine poet John.. I count yo.. read moreI have known for several years now that you are a very astute observer & fine poet John.. I count you as a friend and appreciate your insights as a brother... I thank you for words and for often showing me the way..... Neville
6 Years Ago
You are welcome my friend. I appreciate your friendship.
Still got new buds on the clematis vines; no yellow on the beech tree
Fuchsia is in flower - Berries form for bird food later
Holly berries are green as green
T'aint autumn here - Yet young man
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
THank you so much for visiting my friend.. I guess you checked these words out to maybe remind you o.. read moreTHank you so much for visiting my friend.. I guess you checked these words out to maybe remind you of the golden season.... The fact I am aware of not being so young as I once was, was the motivation behind these words, as I hope may be evidenced in my first stanza.....poetry eh.... just you wait till spring..... :) Neville
6 Years Ago
Not to say you are getting old - we are all getting older
Really to say I have seen quite a l.. read moreNot to say you are getting old - we are all getting older
Really to say I have seen quite a lot of autumns
Well past retiring age
Then you will be looking forward to spring as much as me my friend, after autumn tho of course.... A.. read moreThen you will be looking forward to spring as much as me my friend, after autumn tho of course.... All Good Things.... Neville
Your writing is sparkling like the sun thru shimmery leaves in the breeze. We don't do much "colors" or "leaves" here . . . autumn is all about the way the air feels . . . that hint of moist, after months of hot & parched. I love the way your poem straddles the idea of my favorite season on this planet, but not so much my favorite season in this creaking old carcass! *wink! wink!* Thanks for making this feel like the season I've been waiting for all my life (((NUGS))) Fondly, Margie
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
You are way too generous Margie.. I shall gift you colour.. just mark my words & true...... Neville