the way the dogwoods burn
red in the fall
and the maples wave
roasted sienna. poplars
in a state of undress and
the way the hills
flow gold and
gamboge. the way
the wind smells--
all chimney smoke and
rich decay. how the
sky folds blue into
the daylight hours. the
sound of paper leaves,
skit-skit-skitting across
sidewalk.
love letters to
my heart.
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25 comments:
all chimney smoke and rich decay...
this wooed me.
Fall is such a time of rest and reflection. I love it.
Laura, you paint vividly with words of poetry. It is lovely.
ahhh, yes. This weekend, my husband and I hope to get away to a place in the "mountains" to read a letter like this to our hearts.
Laura, this is a two-fer, for the stamp travels twice. I got a love letter too. I felt the love. Heard the love. Saw the love, heard the love and am compelled to go out and touch it with my own hands in my own yard. Today.
The older I get the more I appreciate all the seasons. But Autumn is always my favorite. What beautiful word scapes. I felt I was there too.
Laura,
You paint so well with words! What a blessing to my mind, soul and spirit this was today!
I love autumn leaves and smells! Its my favorite "creator painting"!!
Thank you for sharing God's gift through YOUR gift today. :-)
that is a lovely letter of love.
you catch bliss in description and image .. just so vivid
a letter to cherish and hold in our hearts ...
Laura - you make the precious things in life come vibrantly alive.
As we were riding home today, I thought about you as I looked at the long grasses - tinted a faint violet color - dancing in the wind. I was reminded that you encouraged us to cherish each moment. Thank you dear heart.
I could smell wood burning last night as we drove into our part of the country.. I didn't realize how much I missed it while away!
Beautiful post today.
I really liked the form of this poem. It was almost like a question. Which feels like an Autumn thing too. :)
Whenever I see heart-shaped leaves in the forest (often), I think of love letters just for me. It feels very personal.
Your words conjure images of midwest walks in the woods or the vista of the Appalachian valleys - all a far cry from the barren wasteland of the Sacramento Valley in God forsaken California. I miss my homeland. Your words have brought them forefront in my mind once more.
I'm visiting from the Seedlings in Stone blog hop. Hope you can stop by for a visit. I'm at #5 - When the Rains Come.
I'm floating in colors. (I had to look up gamboge.)
Delightful!
I read this early this morning,
and just didn't know quite what to say.
I really really like it.
how's that for a poetic response,
because I just so so do.
and I love L.L.'s observation.
You see all this beauty...I'm afraid sometimes I dwell on the decay.
I need your words, your pictures...your eyes. :)
How do we observe such created beauty and not feel loved?
Your words captured this feeling with splendid detail :)
God's romance...wish this season, with all its glory, could last a little longer. I am soaking it in, just like I am with your words. They are beautiful. :)
Watercolour words. Wondrous.
And love letters to our hearts too. Beautiful!
such a lovely poem :-)
Gorgeous. Gorgeous. You had me at the dogwood tree, because mine is doing the same right now.
Laura,
Your poem spoke the words my heart would love to yell, but my words just don't come that easy.
Perfect poem for today.
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