This fall is peaceful and warm.
It is bare shoulder and not sweater weather.
We drink in fall beauty with a guilty pleasure
Since such weather is a warning and not a gift.
In other places, the Earth has shrugged
And boulders fell from her shoulders
And trees caught fire
And the skies filled with choking smoke.
Others drowned in stormy waves
Rushing inland reaching window sills.
Waves playing with well-anchored boats.
Wind peeling the tin roof from homes.
Far North of us, those waiting for snow
Have instead found their land melting-
Melting into the ocean
Or peacefully letting go and bobbing like some lost cork
from a Champagne bottle drunk too liberally.
The party may be ending but I will drink again to autumn
but with the last glass of cider
and not a celebratory glass of Champagne.
(When you center text, you can pretend it is a poem.)
That is a flat out stunning image.
ReplyDeleteAs opposed to the flat poem? LOL
DeleteBeautiful poem and photo
ReplyDeleteParty over, curtain is rising on a new show. Makes a person want to giggle.
Mage is correct, stunning!
ReplyDeleteA fine post.
ReplyDeleteYou slayed me with the footnote. :)
That photo! We can pray the party is not over, and work to try to see that it is not.
ReplyDeleteI’m with you. A sad time in the planet’s history and she’s letting us know! Beautifully expressed.
ReplyDeleteAh, the last touch brings me into the here and now...knowing you were there putting this blog together not too long ago. Have a great day!
ReplyDeleteIt is a poem. "Poetry is ths spontaneous overflow of a powerful feeling." Wm Wordsworth.
ReplyDeleteIt most certainly IS a poem, Tabor, no pretending needed!
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