Friday, September 29, 2017

15 Words or Less and More

As Laura, with her 15 Words or Less noticed this week, the maples are "catching on fire".  Flaming reds are starting to appear on parts of the trees.  Her picture shows a spectacular maple, with a spruce tree in the background - and it, to me, looked like the spruce was gazing in awe of the maple's colorful leaves, perhaps a bit jealously.

On our drive to the northern reaches of Maine yesterday, we saw lots of trees starting to change.  I caught one picture that showed the dark green fir trees on one side of the road, and the deciduous trees in their colorful garb on the other.  And I thought this poem could go with that picture also, and added one more.

 
In Her Shadow

Spruce stands in awe
Of Maple’s draw
And secretly
Desires to be
Her
Not fir.

by Donna JT Smith

I wonder if the spruce will feel different when it is winter,
and she is the one with a bit of color...

Lost Leaves

Spruce has her day
After Maple's array:
Her sheen
Of green
So nice
With ice.

by Donna JT Smith

Now spend some time with other poets by clicking on the links back again at Laura's Writing the World for Kids where Poetry Friday is being hosted this week.




22 comments:

  1. In your photo, I see the firs facing off against their more flamboyant cousins, with the road as the line drawn in the sand. Then I read your poems, and I knew we were on the same page.

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    1. That's just what I saw as I was riding! I had to quickly get the picture as we were speeding along. The wires actually look like they might be keeping those firs from crossing the line!

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  2. I remember seeing your poem on Laura's page, Donna! Love this photo.

    A line has been drawn;
    adversaries face to face,
    beauty pageant day

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    1. Wonderful addition to the photo's story. Love "beauty pageant day"! Thanks, Matt!

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  3. Donna, the great standoff is visible. Would you like to offer this for my Autumn Ablaze gallery?

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    1. Well, there's a thought! Sure! Thanks for the suggestion. I'll download it in better resolution.

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  4. SOOO delightful, Donna - & thanks for giving Southerners like me a peek into the North Woods! :0)

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    1. Only saw one moose, and it was on a trailer headed for weigh-in. Listened to a few people who got their moose already when we stopped for gas.

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  5. These are just fabulous, Donna. I am loving our trees turning, and it seems so fast! But I do have a spruce I see out my window that is gorgeous with a drifting of snow. I'll now remember your words in these coming weeks. I love the picture, too.

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    1. These were north of us. Ours are slowly getting a few reds mixed in with the green. Should be pretty by next week.

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  6. What a perfect poem pairing....so touching in so few words. Bravo! Bravo! I think spruce is gorgeous in her ice jewels.....but I'm not looking forward to the preparations for the ball. Happy Poetry Friday!

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    1. Yeah, the ball is fun for a while...just goes on too long!

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  7. These are so clever! Oh, how the tables turn, right. Love these, Donna!

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    1. Thanks for getting the "ball" rolling with 15 words!

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  8. Oh, I dream of those mythical East Coast falls, with their blazing colours filling the sky (and our hearts) with reds and golds!

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    1. I think our abundance of maples mixed with lots of others, including the conifers does make for a stunning fall most years. If it doesn't rain and knock all the leaves off too soon, I think this year is shaping up to be a good one

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  9. Lovely companion poems, Donna! I was up in Ogunquit Monday through Wednesday and I could hardly tell that it's no longer summer! But, we'll be hammered before long, I'm sure.

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    1. Hasn't changed too much yet here. My picture was up near Patten, so it is working its way down!

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  10. These are lovely! Our trees are just starting to show a hint of color beyond green. Now I will think about the jealousy trees might feel for other kinds.

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    1. Fortunately trees very rarely put up a fuss... well, not that we can hear anyway. Maybe dogs can.

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  11. I like your play between the two poems with the two trees each celebrating their garb with the changing seasons and weather, thanks Jone!

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  12. Love these!!

    You should read The Hidden Life of Trees.

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