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A few fine words
This week's dual is in recognition of the change of seasons and the arrival of autumn.
My poem shows my wonder at the subtle changes - one never really can pinpoint the exact time of the change of season yet one knows when it is truly here, and the animals know it too.
Frances Gorman Risser's poem is much more whimsical, with fairies and Jack Frost playing in the woods as autumn progresses..
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At the bottom will be a piece of flash fiction, sometimes mine, sometimes not.
Fall has arrived again
I don’t know when
But it is unmistakable.
Brown and yellow leaves
Dot the still green lawn
While color tinges every tree
Hinting at the glory soon to come.
The air is cool as I rise
And the coffee brews in darkness.
The sun still rises high by midday
Yet there is a fading to its warmth;
The evening comes swiftly
With cool breezes bordering
On chilly, foretelling the winter.
Squirrels and deer and birds
Feel it too; there is more
Urgency to their activities;
They sense what I do
As I sit back, steam curling
From my mug, contemplating
The subtleties, the constancies,
And the vicissitudes of Nature.
by Frances Gorman Risser
Every autumn in the woods,
Falling leaves are burnished bright,
For in Fairy Markets there,
Jack Frost holds a sale, each night.
Fairies hurry ’round to buy
Crimson hose, a golden gown,
And, for sturdy working clothes,
Leaves are stained in shades of brown.
Then, beneath the big oak tree,
Fairies shop for kitchen ware;
Polished copper frying pans,
Pots and kettles are found there.
Autumn leaves the fairies use
In so many ways, you see--
Dresses, rugs, and blankets, too,
Even kettles for their tea!
The land lay waiting. Spring had come with all the chaos of seeds bursting forth into new plants and old plants stretching their roots. Summer had come with all the activity that the warmth and the light brings to the myriad living things. Then fall had come with the frenetic work of the harvest and the winding down and retreating to a lazy, drifting rest for the plants and animals that would overwinter. And now the land itself was ready for its long winter nap, happy to rest, at least for a season.
Unpublished, by Greg Schroeder