Walking, painted forest all about
Reds, yellows, golds, oranges,
Nature’s magical extravaganza
coaxing us deeper within
Autumn, screaming vibrant color
Her sweet voice, ringing in our ears
With gentle fingers, plucking harp strings
enticing leaves to turn their final corner
Migrating blackbirds overhead
waving last goodbyes
tip southward, then disappear
into streaming white sunlight
Tempted into submission
we give her all we have
Refilled, there is no containing
what she gives back
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Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.
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Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling. Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here.
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Aurora: Thanks. Yes, very busy. I love autumn too.
Hello, Busy Person. I like the autumnal theme you have going on here. Reading the last few poems felt like a walk in a leaf-carpeted park. 🙂
Thanks Pat, Dan, Floots, Kai, and Polona,
this is beautiful. but it’s hard to praise autumn when you see nothing but grey sky for over a week…
one way or another she has a grip on us all
thanks don
wonderful.
I concur!
Beautiful Don!!