Chopin Autumn Nocturnes

Acorn Caps and falling leaves in gold and red

It's that time of year when we don our 

Acorn Caps and walk through Autumn melodies 

of falling leaves in a Chopin nocturne of   

Mango madness and sunset glow of 

Tango tenderness... 

The wind blows in waves of lovely 

A cappella voices in colors of every 

Native American...

The Sequoia trees and Maple trees with 

sugar infused gold and red 

falling in the breeze... 

Silhouettes of geese in 

formation fly over meadows of 

bundled hay where 

horses and cattle play... 

Apples fall gently to the ground 

gathered up for pies and cider... 

Time for Barn Dances... Swing your partner 

round and round... 

"Mairzy doats and Dozy doats  

And liddle lamzy divey 

A kiddley divey too, 

wouldn't you?"

Quote:  

(Song written and composed by 

Milton Drake, Al Hoffman, and 

Jerry Livingston 1943) 

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

How utterly enchanting, Pat! Your opening verse "of falling leaves in a Chopin nocturne" set the stage for the rest to follow, and what a pageantry of refined brilliance it is. Your dance of nature and poetry go hand in hand to compliment the majestic colors of the Sequoia and Maple trees. And the geese, flying over meadows...what rapture! One of your best, and an instant favorite for me!

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Kelly... I have embedded your review into my winter quilt of memories. Derrick the quilt I will remember the enchantment that played a Chopin Nocturne for your listening pleasure of A cappella voices and falling 🍁 leaves. truly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

Under the quilt I will remember the enchantment. I do not know where Derrick came from... cyberspace is spooky... lol.

[Einstein Noodle]

the scene lacks nothing says i! especially appreciate the inclusion of people ;) fall and nocturnes can be so enchanting ... i took my dogs out (one at a time) at around 11pm and again at around 2 am .. (can't sleep) and the wind was picking up and wafting scent of winter ... the temp around 50 or so ... your poem gives me the same feel to it ... loverly!
E.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear E... yes, there is a chill in the air, especially at night; since during the day,
we are experiencing “Indian Summer”. Of course, less than a week ago, we had lots of dark rain clouds inside big fluffy white clouds. I forget each year how Moody the weather can be. I chuckled when you said that you appreciate the inclusion of people. It must be difficult when some of my poems are about the romance of birds.
I do love Autumn 🍂 and even the birds are migrating and putting on a Show. I bought Roger a winter hat with Reindeer antlers that will keep his head warm with all the fake Fur and even droopy ears to cover his ears. Friends will laugh and be envious.
Thank you for appreciating my poem. truly, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

:) .................

[Jibey]

I found great pleasure in this picture in words, bringing back memories of the glory of Fall in VA. I have just returned from Hungary and Serbia, where the air is still warm and the leaves still sport their beauty. Here in South Wales, the wind and the rain have blown in over the Atlantic, their a cappella sounds mad with ecstasy as they strip the trees and dance a wild tango with the yielding branches.

Your words have conjured up an inner nostalgia, as, like you, I stir under the quilt, dreaming of the warmth of summer as it slips away.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jibey... lovely that you live in South Wales. My father’s family were immigrants from Hungary, however, I have never traveled there, but have seen movies filmed in Budapest. I love the Gypsy music. Glad I stirred up memories of Fall in Virginia. truly, Pat

[Jibey]

Budapest is a great city to visit, full of interest. Go there!

[Patricia Wedel]

You never know... I have only been to Canada outside the USA. I have seen photos of Budapest... I am thinking if the Blue Danube River. My Mother had many Strauss Waltz’ Records... long-playing.
truly, Pat

[Neville]

Full to overflowing with autumnal hues & scents and sounds and tastes and not forgetting a kiddley divey too.. a perfect picture to behold... now wouldn't you... a breeze blown x on its way ... N

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Neville.. thank you for your beautiful review of Chopin Autumn Nocturnes. I will think of you when snowflakes fall after autumn... when silver bells and sleigh 🛷 bells will entertain our holidays. May your days be blessed. truly, Pat

[Neville]

got me smiling here, you have Pat.... N x

[Patricia Wedel]

It’s fun to be a little crazy like a Fox...

[Neville]

and so say all of us foxes.... x

[Patricia Wedel]

I wrote a poem about three months ago
entitled “Crazy as a Fox”.

[Neville]

will take a peek later x

[Neville]

I thought I was imagining things Pat.. I should have said another peek... seen by me already and just as good this second time x

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Neville, I am delighted to know you have visited before. Your reviews are postcards to keep, truly, Pat

[Neville]

music to my ears as poetry is to my soul..... and true x

[Papaya]

the imagery in this one is pure magic !

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Ana... Autumn blossoms in colors of burgundy and gold... a sweet remembrance of romance and 💃 dance... taking a chance. Glad you enjoyed the Magic. truly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved this poem dear Pat. I loved the energy and the hope in the words. The season of Autumn. We change with nature. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... thank you for sharing the Autumn 🍂 glory by reading about the madness of autumn colors in Mango and the tenderness of Tango dancing in the falling leaves. The romance of Autumn has me twitterpated. truly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem and you are welcome Pat.

[andrew mitchell]

Autumn is my favourite season,,it’s natures best show before Spring.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Andrew... lovely to know your favorite time of year... when colors fly like birds On wing. Be still and hear the wind. truly, Pat

[Lorry]

Love the colours, flavours and tastes you bring alive in your words Patricia. Your description of natures dance ending in a barn dance of your own is clever, but please explain to me why I am now craving mulled wine :)

[Patricia Wedel]

Dear Lorry... mulled wine 🍷 is a wassail treat provocative with a Yule log and a toast to a Swedish sweetheart ... be patient it is only autumn 🍂 with hot cider and barn dances... truly, Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

The grandeur and magnificence of nature comes to life and dances through your lines here, Pat. I could see the leaves turning and almost smell an apple pie baking in the oven. Love that you ended with the words from that old song. A pleasure to read you. Lydi**

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lydi... the colors of autumn are blessed by your pen... as though Chopin himself touched piano keys of the sound of falling 🍁 leaves cascading into mello mango melodies. The autumn of our years may bring tears... but the memories are melodies of beauty. truly, Pat

[emmajoy]

Having read this twice, i love the way your words go from this or that cluster of sound and sights. It's how the third season is for me when a sudden gust of wind or playful breeze sweeps fallen Autumn leaves into a dancing cloud of colour! You've sent me on a beautiful jaunt, Pat, enjoying the charm of your thoughtful, gentle character.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Emma... the beauty of leaves falling on a path of gentle breezes is a gift of grand design for those who entire forth and discover the warmth of autumn 🍂 in your heart. It is a pleasure to read your words. truly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

Autumn is a gift of grand design for those who enter forth and discover the warmth of autumn in your heart. Amen

[emmajoy]

Autumm has the warmest and most beautiful colors all around and within, don't you thinkg. xx

[Patricia Wedel]

Yes, dear heart... the warmth of gold and red leaves is only surpassed with a Kiss by a Hearth shared between lovers on an Autumn rendezvous ... don't you think xx

[emmajoy]

I do, yes, I truly do. What a wonderful response you left - it touches heart, dear friend. xx