Friday, October 6, 2023

October


Poetry Friday...

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My poem for October was plunked down into FB this morning...or late last night:

October

October teases leaves
to begin their tinge twinges of
green to orange, yellow, red:

It begins the crisper nights;
it does a flash freeze on blades of grass;
it turns trees into bouquets,
and groves into giant mounds of mums;

It takes the sweetness of the summer breeze
and gives it a cinnamon kick
that swirls around your head
and tickles your nose.

And it ends with barely a leaf on a tree.
A coating thick on the ground
swishes and crackles
in your wake

as you scuffle-shuffle
toward the brown and gray
of November.

by Donna JT Smith ©2023

11 comments:

  1. I think we can all identify with this imagery, Donna, thanks for sharing!

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  2. The glory of autumn revealed in your words, Donna - just beautiful! I love the "cinnamon kick."

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  3. Donna, beautiful poem - I love tinge twinges! Very creative.

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  4. "it turns trees into bouquets" I love this line, Donna!

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  5. Oh, it's good to see a Donna Smith poem...it's been too long for me. Cinnamon kick in the head. Yes!

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  6. Such beautiful imagery in your poem. Love scuffle-shuffle!

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  7. Donna, so many sweet phrases in your poem. "October teases" "crisper nights" "cinnamon kick" "swishes and crackles" and "scuffle-shuffle." It gives me warm fall feelings.

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  8. Donna, this poem is full of the beauty of Autumn. There are so many lovely lines, especially the stanza that shares two seasons: sweetness of the summer breeze
    and gives it a cinnamon kick.
    I hope your October is filled with blessings. It is so wonderful to see you on PF this week.

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