A twist in the wind
A memory darkened
elevens...breaking...soars...divining pain...and light
Leaves
Storming
A sprinkle of rain
Alone with the crows circling
confused...red slices...spirals...withered...brushing death
Leaves
Pattering
A carnival ground
Remembering smiles
destroying...treading softness...gathers soil and waits
Leaves
Returning
"A carnival ground..."
ReplyDeleteOh wow, what vibrant photos. Keep 'em coming my friend :)
ReplyDeleteA spiral of autumnal memories, a drift of dancing russets and reds. Beautiful images, lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteNow I know what it feels like to be a leaf falling from a tree - cool!
ReplyDeleteYou're just killing me with these photos. Could you, um, send me over a box of those leaves? Please???
ReplyDeleteThose leaves could be from trees here in Germany. Nice photos
ReplyDeleteI love, 'a carnival ground'. Lovely words, lovely photos, Jason.
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Excellent. Each word an image, each image a leaf, each leaf upon the wind - spent. Well done.
ReplyDeleteGreat catch with those photos too Jason. :)
Beautiful photos
ReplyDeletebeautiful poem
last word is brilliant!
Splendid pictures, splendid words.
ReplyDeleteIt's 4-5 hours east and through the mountains to find any serious autumn leaves. Thanks for bringing some to me!
Bernita, :)
ReplyDeleteTerri, thanks. :) I'm really loving my new camera.
Atyllah, A spiral of autumnal memories, a drift of dancing russets and reds. Sounds like you were there with me!
Sam, thanks for the compliment! I was trying to make the meter of the italicized portions feel like falling.
Dana, you know, I'm tempted to do it. :D
Joni, thank you. :)
Steve, this mix is from a northern hardwoods forest. Red maple, beech, birch, ironwood, hickory, etc. It's nice to know the forests across continents are so similar.
Addy, much appreciated. :)
JLB, Each word an image, each image a leaf, each leaf upon the wind. What a beautiful description!
Anna, it's so great to see you back! Hope your trip went well. Thanks for stopping by. :)
Fran, my pleasure. :)
A nostalgic remembrance of autumn for me, but hopefully only for the moment.
ReplyDeleteYou have a nice talent for poetry, Jason. I enjoyed this poem very much. You write it simply & blissfully.
cheers
Nary a leaf has changed here. And when they do I'll have a 15-miute window of color before all the leaves hit the ground. I appreciate this small taste of real autumn.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words to go with beautiful pictures.
ReplyDeleteAutumn seems to have missed England this year.
Susan, thank you, my friend. :)
ReplyDeleteJaye, autumn is only now really reaching the Philadelphia area. It's funny how Pennsylvania has 3-4 weeks of autumn cascading from the north and west toward the southeast.
Normiekins, thanks! I do enjoy photography. I did a lot more as a teenager, and I'm having fun getting back into it.
Marie, we've had some recent dry years when autumn was a dud here too. This year was wet in late summer, so we're in good shape.
Your photograph is so lifelike I can almost smell the sweetness of the dying leaves. Isn't it something how the leaves of deciduous trees are brilliant only in death? There is something noble there...or am I being overly dramatic about a common occurance in nature? Perhaps.
ReplyDeleteYour poem is familiar and nostalgic, somehow. When I read it, I feel frightened and safe at the same time - much like the feeling of being a child.
Always an experience...
K, Your poem is familiar and nostalgic, somehow. When I read it, I feel frightened and safe at the same time - much like the feeling of being a child. Such a high compliment! I just want you to know how much I appreciate your openess to the experiences I try to share.
ReplyDeletebeautiful.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Cheesemeister. :)
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