Autumn ladies of sun-kissed leaves

Black ravens and sunflower seeds, Dahlias in party dresses, sweet caresses

The rich October sun and mango leaves falling... 

create a bed of nostalgic colors... remembering 

the black berry currents of desire... 

where wheat and sunflowers explored the 

scattering of seeds... 

Now my heart pleads for a warm fire with 

embers of devotion and pleasure while 

snow clouds whisper sweet nothings and 

holiday dreams are filled with persimmon 

pleasure and naughty nectars of delight... 

May the Nutcracker violin music soothe 

your heart and create a haven for sweet dreams... 

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Your imagery is stunning & intoxicating! I love autumn, but I've never imagined so many sensory details that carry us along on a leafy breeze! I love the way each of your stanzas carries on about a distinct aspect of the very things many of us love about autumn. After our blistering summers here, I'm longing for the warmth of my woodstove, too! *smile* Fondly, Margie

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Margie... so charming for you to find an older poem when leaves were turning into persimmon sweet desire. Now we will have a brief spring and the summer will find us under a shade tree with lemonade and earthly escapades. Rhymes appear from nowhere and settle on the breast of a new born day. Fondly, Pat

[barleygirl]

Sparkling share! (((HUGS)))

[Patricia Wedel]

Thanks Margie... I trust your Easter will provide the peace that passerby understanding. huggggggs Bunny...

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. A gorgeous poem with lovely imagery. It is a pleasure and a delight to read ones like this. Enjoyed tremendously...:)........

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Sami... Your review of Autumn Ladies was a
perfect pumpkin patch chorus of autumn reveries.
Thanks for stopping by... truly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome.....:)......

[Kelly Scheppers]

Autumn is within your soul, I am certain of it! How beautifully you have illustrated this, with "a bed of nostalgic colors".

...and the Nutcracker violin music was quite the finale! Bravo, to you and your October muse!

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Kelly... The changing of seasons is similar
to a lady changing her hat with a veil of mystery
for provocative pleasure... Your review is a
warm breeze of enchantment. truly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

dear poets... An autumn poem of
the dreams of Autumn... May the
scent of apples and cinnamon baking
in a pie greet you ... truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ah the dreams of passion so nicely woven into an autumn poem...you are so subtle with the sensuality of this...

very nicely done...i felt this...

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob, the sweetness of your review
compares to the crunching of a McIntosh apple... read moredear Jacob, the sweetness of your review
compares to the crunching of a McIntosh apple...

[Patricia Wedel]

Apple cider dreams... Intoxicating colors
of autumn aperitif fill my soul with the
sound of angel wings... truly, Pat