Yes, it’s that time again. But September is proceeding gently this year.
Summer came late this year
as though afraid to raise
our expectations.
Now miracles of light bathe fields in gold
to match the transformed leaves of trees,
maize harvest not yet under way.
The sky is clear,
and warmth remains,
while Autumn hovers in the wings.
Her stage fright lingers
to stave off approaching
heavy dew and nightly chill.
Winter can wait.
This is a re-written version of a poem I wrote last Autumn, which was wilder and colder than this one! for dVerse Open Link Night.
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It still could be any month in North Florida…
I long for season change as it always brings new life..no matter if Summer..Winter..Spring or Fall..
In effect there are often only two significant seasons here..
Winter and mostly Summer…
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September song, sung in so soft a voice, tender the riffs.
Cheers!
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the fields of gold…nice….and a magical light indeed in autumn…. it is so beautiful over here at the moment that i just could embrace her all day long…smiles
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This is so gentle and soothing. Simply lovely.
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Ha, I hope autumn hovers as long as possible and holds winter off as long as possible.
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Chuckles! You put in that blend of wit around it, Viv! Yes, Autumn would have to look out for itself. Nicely!
Hank
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Loved the concept of fall’s stage fright… it’s true here, there is that tentative feeling of some trees turning, like two political parties: The Greens and The Colors, vying for dominance. In the end The Browns will win, but don’t tell them that!
It’s unseasonably warm here in Wisconsin, yet the signs are there… fall is just hiding in the wings awaiting her cue to usher in the long winter. Lovely, Viv. Amy
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Always a pleasure to read your works, Vivienne! Your view of Autumn is a vision I share with you, A pastoral equinox!
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Yes, winter can wait. a lovely poem.
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I also enjoyed how you personified autumn, Viv. I’m afraid winter isn’t going to wait for us this year…already snow up in the mountains around us (near Tahoe).
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I love when autumn has stage fright 😉 – a wonderful poem
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I love that you gave the seasons personality, Autumn with stage fright and winter waiting. 🙂
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Yes, autumn with stage fright — great image! It does not seem to suffer from that here, though it is quite gorgeous. Lovely poem.
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Ha! Autumn with stage fright?! That Drama Queen? She’s rolling in Gold, masquerading as summer, Your poem caught it all.
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i hope winter waits…i would rather like to enjoy autumn…she is my fav season but always goes way too fast for my taste…..cant wait to see more of the vibrant leaves changing….
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Winter can wait… here in cold Sweden it’s now quite cold in the morning.. real fall is upon us.. and rain rain…
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Lovely, Viv.
It has been glorious here today.
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beautiful Viv!
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Winter can wait .. Indeed! sounds like your autumn is a bit like ours, not quite here yet. i have so much to do today and all i want to do is sit down and scratch Sheila.. It is a strange day, but i must get busy.. time waits for no man.. Love this poem Viv, it is getting me up and about again.. c
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Love the image of Autumn with stage-fright!
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