Equinox

In celebration of Fall

Equinox

 

Autumn has moods

Of unabashed glee

Splashing the hills

With red and gold

Painting the valleys

With rust and amber

Leaves turning from

Celadon to chartreuse to citrine

Poised to flutter and fall

A Delft blue bowl of sky

Turned upside down

In an inverted crown

Whispers of white clouds

Dancing on the wind

Fronds of goldenrod

Wave to the last

Of the Queen Anne’s lace

 

Autumn is a story

Of blaze and beauty

Gilt and glory

The last hurrah

Of haze and hushed anticipation

Before winter white

Creeps in

On silent feet

 

-Zoe Richardson 

Author's Note

Hope you don't catch a chill from the nip in the air! Comments welcome, as are warm blankets!

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Wow. This is wonderful! Brilliantly penned. I particularly liked the reference to the Queen Anne's lace. We had some in our backyard and when it dried, all brown and fragile, it looked like an ancient embroidered doily sitting on a stem. I really love this!

[Zoe Richardson]

If you take Queen Anne's lace (before it turns brown) and put it in a vase with some water and a few drops of food coloring, the blossoms will turn a pastel shade of the color you chose to add. As a child, I loved gathering the lace and conducting this 'experiment.' I am so glad you liked this poem! The dance of seasons is one of my favorite muses.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I've enjoyed reading all your writing thus far. I'd be surprised if I ran across a poem or writing of yours I didn't like. You are a very talented writer.

[Zoe Richardson]

I think you may be my new best friend. I write on a variety of topics, and have oodles of poems. I do hope you enjoy them all!

[barleygirl]

This feels dynamic & imaginative & frisky, like the season itself feels. Love your expansive use of unusual colors (((HUGS)))

[Zoe Richardson]

Thank you! I love the colors of fall, their warmth and variety. It's like nature is throwing a huge going away party. Thank you for taking the time and read and comment. I love it when you stop by!

[MCS]

thank you for this, you have painted with words what painters struggle to create with pigment.

[Zoe Richardson]

You are quite welcome! I try to paint with words what I see with my eyes. It's nice to know I succeed once in awhile!

[MCS]

well done with this one :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I love autumn best....and got to spend several In Vermont during the fifties.

nothing like a Vermont countryside with all its beautiful Maples....New England, so beautiful in the fall.
this poem brought me back there...and it was a GOOD Chill.
thank you, Zoe,
j.

[Zoe Richardson]

I have not been to New England. But I don't anything could match or exceed the beauty of the Great Smokies in autumn. Of course, each area has it's own unique natural beauty to offer. I'm glad I called to mind good memories with this!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I might challenge that with Vermont in the fall...but both are beautiful.

[LostSage]

I never told this to anyone before....but... I am fond of fronds.....keep writing I will keep reading....have a sweet day

[John the Baptist]

I have yet to see the gorgeous display you describe. I look forward to it with anticipation, especially after reading this one.

[Zoe Richardson]

I hope you do! Autumn is a feast for the eyes, and the senses. Thank you for your compliments. They mean so much!