Autumn has moods of changing hues. From bright summerlike suns to dark sweeping rains, this splendiferous season transforms her landscape. Here, in Northern Virginia, wisps of colorful sunsets often streak across the sky.
Crisp and crunchy,
Russet and golden-orange leaves,
Pile in heaps,
Ready to adorn Autumn.
Then, on a windy day in fall,
With a jubilant sway
Autumn dances her way
into the sky's dancehall.
©CVarsalona, 2023, Virginia, draft
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While passing by holiday storefronts, I noticed a mannequin dressed in holiday green. It reminded me of a photo I shot years ago in a nursery on Long Island, NY. The image below sparked an idea for Poetry Friday's host, Anastasia Suen's #smallpoem challenge.
Anastasia shares her delightful poem on a memorable first snow day for this week's Poetry Friday Roundup which will surely be filled with poetic goodness. Below is my response to the writing challenge.
Sky's dancehall. So lovely, Carol! thank you for the crisp and cruncy, too. xo
ReplyDeleteSo delighted to think of Autumn shifting to couture! Thanks, Carol!
ReplyDeleteHow creative for the window dresser & now your poem, Carol, the 'garland-green Queen'! I love the 'sky's dancehall', too! We've had a few moments just like that! Have a nice weekend!
ReplyDeleteCarol, I also like the image of Autum shifting to couture! It's that time of year!
ReplyDeleteI love the image of Autumn twirling offstage while the holidays strut in all bedecked!
ReplyDeleteThat sunset is spectacular, Carol! And your poems capture the whimsical side of Autumn. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely, fashionable tree, Carol!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I love your autumn colours. Here, the leaves remain green all through the year.
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