Fall Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
#fall
Spun From God's Weave - with adagio
Touch me in the twilight
below the moon's glowing halo.
Our breath stains the night
with silver condensation.
Beneath a quilt of sparkling dew.
Touch me with your soul and be
against the swooning willow tree.
In autumn's long sleeve sweater.
Falling, cascading are the leaves
through my dreams a gentle breeze.
A fabric of stars spun from God's weave.
below the moon's glowing halo.
Our breath stains the night
with silver condensation.
Beneath a quilt of sparkling dew.
Touch me with your soul and be
against the swooning willow tree.
In autumn's long sleeve sweater.
Falling, cascading are the leaves
through my dreams a gentle breeze.
A fabric of stars spun from God's weave.
#love
#fall
#heaven
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Spring
My garden
accustomed to spring
enduring an unexpected autumn
accustomed to spring
enduring an unexpected autumn
#fall
#nature
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Autumn Bride
Autumn Bride
Tresses like the currents
In a dark autumn river
Tied around the bend in a bun
Pastel rainbow circles her blouse
Round yonder bosom
Where night sleeps
Midnight spandex
Hugs her hips
In the muscled strength
Of a Selkie who shed her seal skin
To roam the Irish glens
On a human husband quest
Her voice a mystic song
That echoes ethereally
In enchantress lilt
Echoing on shamrock banks
Of rivers of lore
Where her barefoot shimmy
Signs the grassy knolls
Tresses like the currents
In a dark autumn river
Tied around the bend in a bun
Pastel rainbow circles her blouse
Round yonder bosom
Where night sleeps
Midnight spandex
Hugs her hips
In the muscled strength
Of a Selkie who shed her seal skin
To roam the Irish glens
On a human husband quest
Her voice a mystic song
That echoes ethereally
In enchantress lilt
Echoing on shamrock banks
Of rivers of lore
Where her barefoot shimmy
Signs the grassy knolls
#women
#beauty
#fall
#mythology
#sensual
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Autumn Nymph
Autumn Nymph
autumn nymph
whose camellia shoulders
are bared to the midnight moon
like the cream of Milky Way dreams
naked as the stars of Cassiopeia
in the October night sky
hearth light twinkles
in her unbidden tears
for season’s colors faded
into snowy quiet
tawny lashes dusted in black powder
to match the evening sky
her black flag blouse
covers her limbo navel
where the magic
of her holy blonde fleece
finds refuge in the dark la mer
of silent...
autumn nymph
whose camellia shoulders
are bared to the midnight moon
like the cream of Milky Way dreams
naked as the stars of Cassiopeia
in the October night sky
hearth light twinkles
in her unbidden tears
for season’s colors faded
into snowy quiet
tawny lashes dusted in black powder
to match the evening sky
her black flag blouse
covers her limbo navel
where the magic
of her holy blonde fleece
finds refuge in the dark la mer
of silent...
#fall
#coffee
#fairies
#sensual
#seductive
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eternal hope
Eternal hope
In the ditches of a sandy lane where I once lived
tiny etherical bushes sprung up overnight
Brilliantly green as floating in the air, they were
born by the wind and were a child’s first dream.
As dreams, they didn’t last long, a week at most
one night they flew away, a fairytale untold.
At dawn, before other animals awoke, rabbits
sat hearing a whisper of time aeons gone.
In burrows or in homes, the dream appears
often in the form of a lullaby, we call it hope.
In the ditches of a sandy lane where I once lived
tiny etherical bushes sprung up overnight
Brilliantly green as floating in the air, they were
born by the wind and were a child’s first dream.
As dreams, they didn’t last long, a week at most
one night they flew away, a fairytale untold.
At dawn, before other animals awoke, rabbits
sat hearing a whisper of time aeons gone.
In burrows or in homes, the dream appears
often in the form of a lullaby, we call it hope.
#fall
#spring
#morning
#night
#dawn
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Transition
A lone snowflake glides stealthily
through the late autumn mists,
scouting the barren territory
for the incoming invasion force
It floats to the ground
& fades into its surroundings,
reporting to the commander of the white army --
"the enemy is unaware of its imminent danger"
Additional squads of glittery commandos
leap from their silent aircraft
& link up at the scout's position
as the tension mounts
Suddenly the distant treetops disappear
behind a thick curtain of parachutes;
Wave after wave...
through the late autumn mists,
scouting the barren territory
for the incoming invasion force
It floats to the ground
& fades into its surroundings,
reporting to the commander of the white army --
"the enemy is unaware of its imminent danger"
Additional squads of glittery commandos
leap from their silent aircraft
& link up at the scout's position
as the tension mounts
Suddenly the distant treetops disappear
behind a thick curtain of parachutes;
Wave after wave...
#storm
#winter
#fall
#nature
#LifeCycle
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Awakening
Time has fallen asleep upon October.
Her moon was full
and it whispered.
Pathway paved silver with midnight.
The macabre trees shiver alive with the
cold, fluttering, vexatious wind of persuasion.
Dry wood crackling,
moaning hollow tales.
Her roots woven to this mortal plane.
A rooted sanctuary.
Leaves stir in the electric pull.
Gently, they rise.
Spirits of this land
Awakening.
Owl’s sing a haunting sonata to wandering prey.
Amber eyes like silence,
listening.
The empty, lost...
Her moon was full
and it whispered.
Pathway paved silver with midnight.
The macabre trees shiver alive with the
cold, fluttering, vexatious wind of persuasion.
Dry wood crackling,
moaning hollow tales.
Her roots woven to this mortal plane.
A rooted sanctuary.
Leaves stir in the electric pull.
Gently, they rise.
Spirits of this land
Awakening.
Owl’s sing a haunting sonata to wandering prey.
Amber eyes like silence,
listening.
The empty, lost...
#loneliness
#earth
#fall #night
#fall #night
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Autumn
Autumn.
Dried leaves falling. Flying. Dropping to the ground below.
Rakes. Rakes to round up piles of brown, lifeless, flaky leaves.
Trees. Trees no longer green. Green is just a memory.
Orange. Red. Yellow. Autumn colors reign.
Scents. Flowery scents change to pumpkin spice.
Time. Time is changing. Changing our clocks.
Days. Days are darker. Faster. Colder.
Autumn. Metamorphosis. Change. It's here.
Dried leaves falling. Flying. Dropping to the ground below.
Rakes. Rakes to round up piles of brown, lifeless, flaky leaves.
Trees. Trees no longer green. Green is just a memory.
Orange. Red. Yellow. Autumn colors reign.
Scents. Flowery scents change to pumpkin spice.
Time. Time is changing. Changing our clocks.
Days. Days are darker. Faster. Colder.
Autumn. Metamorphosis. Change. It's here.
#fall
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Forgotten
Perhaps
Tis time
To lay down my quill
As interest in my writing
Has fallen ill
As an Autumn leaf
Abandons the tree
Despite the colour
It has died
As it falls gently
Floating on the wind
Of destiny
Knowing
That it will soon
Be trodden under foot
And forgotten
by Jemia
Tis time
To lay down my quill
As interest in my writing
Has fallen ill
As an Autumn leaf
Abandons the tree
Despite the colour
It has died
As it falls gently
Floating on the wind
Of destiny
Knowing
That it will soon
Be trodden under foot
And forgotten
by Jemia
#fall
#fate
#LifeAsAWriter
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blue nightingale
she
sings
the blue nightingale
of
an autumn
bride
sings
the blue nightingale
of
an autumn
bride
#wife
#birds
#fall
#music
#LongDistanceRelationship
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October
I’ve been down, tonight
At river’s edge,
Where the leaves of trees
Are growing gold;
And I wonder, to myself,
If I’ve any pledge,
To ask of those sentries
The task of growing old.
At river’s edge,
Where the leaves of trees
Are growing gold;
And I wonder, to myself,
If I’ve any pledge,
To ask of those sentries
The task of growing old.
#trees
#fall
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The Love of Fall
The love of fall,
the air is grisp,
It fills me with bliss
the smell in the air,
the cool breeze,
the trees releasing leaves
the love of fall,
tis my favorite time
early moring hours,
setting on the porch,
rocking in my chair
coffee in hand
as the sun rises
goosebumps cover my skin
as I take another sip
The love of fall
tis my favorite time
the air is grisp,
It fills me with bliss
the smell in the air,
the cool breeze,
the trees releasing leaves
the love of fall,
tis my favorite time
early moring hours,
setting on the porch,
rocking in my chair
coffee in hand
as the sun rises
goosebumps cover my skin
as I take another sip
The love of fall
tis my favorite time
#happiness
#fall
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