by Beth Elaine
Thursday, October 30, 2003
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Remember the magic, how the hues and aroma of fall seem designed for our personal pleasure
The golden crunch
like treading ankle-deep cornflakes,
a granola of oak and beech
sunny tulip poplar
a sprinkling of acorns & hazelnuts
back before Hazelnut was
a fancy coffee flavor.
The mixture liberally sprinkled
my parent's 40 acres,
and you could walk for miles
just breathing in
moss, leaves, earth
and meeting no one.
You could jump in the leaves
even though you were 16
and no one would make fun of you,
maybe Angie, protector-dog,
big as a bear, would romp, too.
Mom might sit on the porch with coffee,
and make apple pie later.
All this magic in my young autumns...
Sometimes sprinkled with sugar snow
like cream and sugar on
Just a warning to enjoy the glowing days
refusing to budge.
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|Reviewed by jude forese
|nicely developed imagery...|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Beautiful nostalgic write, Bess. Great photo, too!|
|Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
|Fabulous imagery, ahhhhhh the delights of childhood autumns on my parents farm....THANK YOU for those sweet pleasurable reminisces!!!!
|Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Absolutely delicious in imagery and the feelings of the Autumn season. GREAT WRITE!|