Brilliant colors.....
Oh summer where have you gone,
as each day now gloomy grows.
Warmth of the sun in an early morn,
slowly departing as each day shows.
Leaves begin turning brilliant colors,
of brown, orange, tan, red, and gold.
Rabbits scurry down deep in their den,
beneath the ground to avoid the cold.
Rivers, streams, and babbling brooks,
willows hanging low, silently weep.
Crystal clear water once full of life,
now left empty to churn way down deep.
Days become shorter, nights longer,
all to make way for the changing guard.
Saying goodbye brings tears to eyes,
new memories made, yet it still seems hard.
Birds fly high of multiple colors,
heading south for warmth and food.
Trees sway gently ushering in the new,
such a brisk breeze to change one's mood.
Plucked from the garden the last cantaloupe,
toads and gecko's have long moved away.
Time to begin clean up, the ground to breathe,
another garden snake slithers on its way.
Time to stock up on fireplace wood,
heated and crackling, sit back and listen.
Mesmerizing flames change color and dance,
demanding attention through a fire's glisten.
While a soft, plush, afghan rests on a lap,
in the background soft music proceeds to play.
Fond memories of may years gone by,
rewind within the mind until the light of day.
A transitional period, time to take stock,
rekindle all the love held within one's heart.
A time to gather close to family and friends,
with a heartfelt pledge never to part.
Written by:
Karen Palumbo
Photography by:
Robert Palumbo
9/26/2009 © All rights reserved
turned them into an achingly lovely poem! Chose just the right amount of detail and turned it into a pictorial -- all with a few
well-chosen words. More! MORE!! xOx 'Pea' xOx
Sheila
You combine a deep subliminal message of rare emotion and feeling with the changing seasons of Mother Nature.
Be well always
Jerry
Cryssa
rekindle all the love held within one's heart.
A time to gather close to family and friends,
with a heartfelt pledge never to part."
Yes, fall is the nostalgic season, and I miss it. Those who turn to the south for that "endless summer" pay a steep price: "NO true seasons!"
Thank you.
Christine
We've experience a few seasonal changes
last week all three of our vehicles
where hail damage and my rose garden was destroyed
and heavy rain for a week
Excellent write
Wishing you Peace Love and Light...Hugsss...Yolie
Love And Prayers
Always!!
I don't mind the fall, it's my favorite time of year
But it's the thought of what comes next that enters the mind
Time to look forward to heating bills and snow
Have a great day
The Buzzard
Love & Blessings
Vickie
Hugs! Jasmin Horst
We, too, have a squirrel in our backyard.
He loves the sunflower seeds, in the bird mix,
Michele throws out each day.
Blessings ...
hugs
fee
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :D
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Georg
You honour and accept change as inevitable in this well imaged, well written poem.
John
TRASK...
In Christs Love
Michelle~