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October 5, 2011

The Call of Autumn

I feel autumn’s call
as leaves start to fall

Apples for picking
Clocks are a-ticking

Bringing shorter days
and harvest moon phase

School bells a-chiming
Halloween rhyming

Dark skeletal trees
that quake in the breeze

Watch for goblins strange
and leave’s color change

Raked into piles high
under the slate sky

Rosy cheeks showing
crisp winds are blowing

Sweet cider mill treats
and hay wagon seats

Thick sweater weather
couples together

Walking hand in hand
Isn’t fall just grand?

33 comments:

  1. Well, it's grand except we have no trees changing and apple cider, or cold weather, or even a guy to hold hands with. Okay, now I'm depressed. I'm realizing all the things I'm missing in the desert!

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  2. Autumn is awesome. I'm in Seattle, which means, it's now the rainy season!

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  3. Autumn rocks. my fave time of the year. Awesome poem!!!!

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  4. You covered all of my favorites! Excellent, Eric!

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  5. I'm not too keen on autumn but, walking hand in hand with someone sounds just grand :)

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  6. Love it, and I'm so glad fall is here. It was a brutal summer! Nice poem!

    http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/10/05/treasure/

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  7. love the imagery.
    a seasonal and festive piece.

    Happy Rally.

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  8. Yes. The best of all seasons. Wonderfully put my friend!

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  9. Grand Indeed - fall and your poem :)

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  10. Yes, fall is grand--and your words (delightful rhymes!) get me excited to welcome it again!

    My Contribution

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  11. Capturing all we have in this fall season. Nice.

    Larry

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  12. i love the 5 syllable uniform lines! lovin the flow of this charming poem that matches the season. please check mine too: http://wp.me/pTDjw-vo

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  13. And the answer is ... yes! It is my favorite time of year. You have painted her well.

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  14. love the images of autumn... beautifully written

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  15. Oooo, thick sweater weather, though I live in the mountains and have this often on summer evenings too. I love fall and you've captured all my reasons here.

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  16. Love the ending and the rhyme throughout.

    Here is my entry:
    http://jackedwardspoetry.blogspot.com/2011/10/everyone.html

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  17. Yes Fall is just grand and so is your poem. On the islands the change of season is reflected in the flowers and fruits that bloom but in other parts of the world it is reflected in the weather and the changing of the summer to cooler months to arrives into the winter months. Well done
    http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/05/today%e2%80%99s-feelings/

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  18. LOVELY!!Fall as well as your poem.Bringing warmth in my morning.I love Fall.And loved reading your poem.

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  19. aaaahhh... lovely one :D
    u painted the image through you words :D

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  20. Charming series of couplets, captures the season well ~ Rose

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  21. You're right, fall is AWESOME! Great poem. :-)

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  22. What a sweet poem; really captures the atmosphere of autumn.

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  23. I love this. Fall is a wonderful time of year. Beautiful! This is my Rally offering: http://verseinanutshell.wordpress.com/2011/10/11/continue/

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  24. We were on the same autumnal page. Great work, especially: "Dark skeletal trees that quake in the breeze".

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  25. Lovely poem well written, I enjoyed reading this piece :)

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  26. we don't have "fall" here, but then again, a poet's mind doesn't need presence to imagine and i love the images i see through your words as well :) lovely!

    Leo @ I Rhyme Without Reason

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  27. Fall IS grand, and your poem captures the season beautifully. Thanks!

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  28. Very nice, and it is my favourite season of all.
    William

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