~Autumn of my heart...

Thank you sweet petulia (Emma Joy) for the luverly pic and inspiration.

There is a place of calm within my soul, an autumn that wraps around my heart that reminisces young and vintage memories where old friends visit, share the warmth of coffee, that place of colorful reverie whispers my name blush of summer gone and renewal has begun

shades of firewood on wood burning stoves as spirited leaves begin to fall to their demise I catch the memories like snowflakes on the tongue waiting in the shadows, a stoic season ready to nip its chill in this moment I relish the burnished views afore the golden, fruition of a gathering equinox of thoughts they dance amongst the scarlet hues playfully amused until old man winter comes to tuck them in yet again 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"that reminisces young and vintage memories where old friends visit, share the warmth of coffee,"
I enjoyed the poem. The above is my favorite. Would be nice to gather with old friends. To be able to talk till we can't no more. Thank you for the memories and amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

Thanks Coyote, glad you enjoyed.

[ANTO]

Carpe that flaming Diem Frieda! I honestly loved this - it transported me and the slow hand track is a master stroke - this isn't just any poem.... its a Marks And Spencers poem...!!

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

"I catch the memories like snowflakes on the tongue."
Excellent metaphor....How come I haven't thought of this before? Haha.
And the poem is as lovely as the picture. :)

[Glen Yumang Manese]

This sets into place the mood...and the way the words represent themselves as I read the theme...of course the music and the video gets the whole atmosphere all in one...within this write...I'm gaining ground with the RR's....seems the next one is from you also...Good day!!!

[WithLoveandLoss.]

How words can literally bring the taste of coffee to my lips, bring back the smiles of my old friends, and warm my hands from the stove's flames! Your writing is tangible, artistic, and impactful. Always an honor to read, loved it.

[annie lee]

This is an incredible picture you have painted here, Frieda. We are privileged to peer over your shoulder and humbled by your graceful sharing of your thoughts. These scenes of Earth's incredible beauty always take my breath away. Well done.

[TL Boehm]

I relish the burnished views afore
the golden, fruition of a gathering equinox of thoughts
they dance amongst the scarlet hues playfully amused

such a great sequence of poetry right there Frieda. Love this one.

[MsJewel]

We don't really have autumn in Southern California (I'm still waiting for the palm trees to turn orange). Thank you for sharing the beauty of the season. Your poem is gorgeous and the graphic is stunning as well.

:) Julie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this said it about as well as it could be said...a beautiful tribute to the best month of the year...the best time of the year...the cool, crisp, halcyon blue days of autumn...but we also feel the autumn in our hearts as poets...it is month in which the ink flows freely.

nicely done my friend.

[Relic]

You strum the strings of my soul at times with things like this. The red and purple-tinged clouds are clear and old man winter is asking where he can get copies of Frieda's poems while he's here.