In crispy colors fall looms bright
With the morning's apple light
Aromas rich in cinnamon
Fills the air for all our kin
Waterfalls of quiet bubbles
By a fire children huddle
Marshmallows charred for laughter fun
Sticks to lips and sweetened gums
Humming tunes from olden days
Smoke curls up from chimney's haze
Homemade bread fills the air
Rosey cheeks on baby's fair
Air is cleaned from front gone past
Temps slow down and cold at last
Reds and golden, tints of marigold
Fall comes in as summer reposes.
That pic with your poem really hit the target for splendid autumn imagery! I love this time of year and the cinnemon goes right along with it smelling it now before I make the apple pie;-) Thanks for the taste,sis!;-)
Your 'light' cider tastes sweet and tempting! I promise to drink it in on every day of color in coming weeks. Your words do justice to every tint... real and imagined. One of your best, I do believe!
- Bill
I can relate to this, I live in Connecticut, I just love this time of the year, and picking apples to make all kinds of goodies, my favorite and best baking price, Old Fashioned Apple pie. I have a secret crust recipe..If you want it, I can forward it to you.
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
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- Bill
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Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
most enjoyable write
Love that fall scene
Too bad we don't have that heare anymore.
Love & Peace be with you
William