In 2017, I got the idea to start a collaborative poem writing event that became an annual occurence (along with an occassional extra project). I announce the topic and folks are invited to write a short phrase related to the topic. After a couple weeks, I take all the comments and weave them together into group poem. I change very little if anything, only to create flow. Here are our poems to date:
Acceptance
2023 7th Annual Facebook Group Poem
By Edwin K. Morris, Marcia Gallineaux-Hubert, Heather Warner, Linda Pettis, Kate Hogan, Brenda Snyder, Jamie Banfield, Melissa Misha, Charles L Goehrig, Elayne Meyerowitz Eskenazi, Rob Mrowka, Db Busan, Reuben Eskenazi, Susan Cochran, Steven Winter, Amy H. Porter, Bu Gordon, Leslie Boxhorn and Anna Eskenazi Bush
Acceptance - why not?
Why?
Why is it so hard to accept
that the person you are now
is not the person you were so long ago?
The old me doesn't really recognize the new me,
the new me has learned to let the old me be
There is no greater power than the acceptance of one's self
Some believe in G-d
Some in nature, the divine, the universe
Regardless, we all consider this idea of
Acceptance,
holding individual beliefs
shaping our lives
in the context of those beliefs
I accept the fact that I am flawed
and still G-d leads me and uses me
to do that which I'm called
Let go and let G-d
What does that mean?
How do we get there?
Acceptance
is more than tolerance
it is a quality of the soul
it takes acknowledging one’s beauty, drive, and passion
and letting go of control and trusting
Acceptance
is such a necessary step
in the path to reduce the suffering and anguish
of denial and rejection of what is
Acceptance
is to be both given and received
Must it be reciprocal?
I will accept you, if you will accept me?
What you gave me I did not expect
What I offered, you did not accept
Acceptance
is about taking in,
receiving and allowing
without judgement
Acceptance
is being present
Gratitude is everywhere
no need to look too far
Acceptance
to be in the arms of love, kindness and compassion
like a mother with her child…
there is no judgement just loving, safe arms
Who accepts you as you are?
Do you accept you as you are?
Acceptance is not giving up
or giving in
but being with what is
just being
until there is change
just being
in flow
Do you accept impermanence?
Can you rejoice in it?
Do you accept?
2023 7th Annual Facebook Group Poem
By Edwin K. Morris, Marcia Gallineaux-Hubert, Heather Warner, Linda Pettis, Kate Hogan, Brenda Snyder, Jamie Banfield, Melissa Misha, Charles L Goehrig, Elayne Meyerowitz Eskenazi, Rob Mrowka, Db Busan, Reuben Eskenazi, Susan Cochran, Steven Winter, Amy H. Porter, Bu Gordon, Leslie Boxhorn and Anna Eskenazi Bush
Acceptance - why not?
Why?
Why is it so hard to accept
that the person you are now
is not the person you were so long ago?
The old me doesn't really recognize the new me,
the new me has learned to let the old me be
There is no greater power than the acceptance of one's self
Some believe in G-d
Some in nature, the divine, the universe
Regardless, we all consider this idea of
Acceptance,
holding individual beliefs
shaping our lives
in the context of those beliefs
I accept the fact that I am flawed
and still G-d leads me and uses me
to do that which I'm called
Let go and let G-d
What does that mean?
How do we get there?
Acceptance
is more than tolerance
it is a quality of the soul
it takes acknowledging one’s beauty, drive, and passion
and letting go of control and trusting
Acceptance
is such a necessary step
in the path to reduce the suffering and anguish
of denial and rejection of what is
Acceptance
is to be both given and received
Must it be reciprocal?
I will accept you, if you will accept me?
What you gave me I did not expect
What I offered, you did not accept
Acceptance
is about taking in,
receiving and allowing
without judgement
Acceptance
is being present
Gratitude is everywhere
no need to look too far
Acceptance
to be in the arms of love, kindness and compassion
like a mother with her child…
there is no judgement just loving, safe arms
Who accepts you as you are?
Do you accept you as you are?
Acceptance is not giving up
or giving in
but being with what is
just being
until there is change
just being
in flow
Do you accept impermanence?
Can you rejoice in it?
Do you accept?
6th Annual Facebook group poem (2022)
The Human Soul Experienced
by
Corinne Potter, Elayne Meyerowitz Eskenazi, Tina Jaspersen, Leslie Kurt Boxhorn, Barbara Laxon, Reuben Eskenazi, Rob Mrowka, Steven Winter, Petula Griffith, Brenda Snyder, Marcia Gallineaux-Hubert, Edwin K. Morris, Eileen Donahue Brittain, Jamie Banfield, Stephanie Skandar, Jaie Deschene, Jessica Kordsmeier, Linda Pettis, Susan Cochran, Lorri Leonards, Joseph N Joelene DeFranco, Allison Midgley, Anna Eskenazi Bush
When you open your eyes to a new day
what makes your soul awaken?
a warm beverage, sweet and light
the smell of freshly brewed coffee
a doggo's fur under your fingertips
waking in the morning next to your love
knowing you were gifted another day on earth
Is there a coziness that fills your soul?
the closeness and warmth of winter
the soul fed by candles and fire light
comforters and thick homemade soups
making beautiful things, like music or jewelry
settling in with books- or the written word
music, art in every form;
my soul is fed by pieces of others
known and unknown
comfort and security always wrestle with risk and curiosity
What sounds fill your soul?
music, the universal language
the song that never leaves
birdsong in the cool morning air
oceans waves crashing upon the shore
the ebb and flow of waves
sounds made by people
"Fly me to the moon"...
sounds made by nature
the glory of nature
the smell of the forest and the beauty of it all
the desirous thought of dawning suns
send warmth that chills the mind
caressing the soul
Is it the touch of another soul?
love
loved ones
kind people that hear you and keep in touch
the spirit of truth from people
people really out there caring about people
when people do random acts of kindness
paying it forward
showing real love and compassion for others
being able to be your genuine self
walking together on this purposeful path
with positive, peaceful, & like-minded people
humans and pets and places
artworks and ideas
the trust and soulful participation of others as you co-create
a play, an experience, a poem
the sight of children playing
laughter, the laugh of a child
a child’s peal of laughter
listening to your daughter and her friends giggle uncontrollably
the years put into the creation of another life
the gentle hug from a loved one or fur baby
those hugs that last a little longer
the hug for no reason
Is it that co-creation? That synergy? That connection?
creation - recreation, procreation
the world blossoming with meditation gardens
soil building and goat yoga
bike sharing and community building
pollinator conservation
and all the other new awareness and elements of RENEWAL!
The human soul experienced
through the senses
growing, expanding connecting
What feeds your soul?
The Human Soul Experienced
by
Corinne Potter, Elayne Meyerowitz Eskenazi, Tina Jaspersen, Leslie Kurt Boxhorn, Barbara Laxon, Reuben Eskenazi, Rob Mrowka, Steven Winter, Petula Griffith, Brenda Snyder, Marcia Gallineaux-Hubert, Edwin K. Morris, Eileen Donahue Brittain, Jamie Banfield, Stephanie Skandar, Jaie Deschene, Jessica Kordsmeier, Linda Pettis, Susan Cochran, Lorri Leonards, Joseph N Joelene DeFranco, Allison Midgley, Anna Eskenazi Bush
When you open your eyes to a new day
what makes your soul awaken?
a warm beverage, sweet and light
the smell of freshly brewed coffee
a doggo's fur under your fingertips
waking in the morning next to your love
knowing you were gifted another day on earth
Is there a coziness that fills your soul?
the closeness and warmth of winter
the soul fed by candles and fire light
comforters and thick homemade soups
making beautiful things, like music or jewelry
settling in with books- or the written word
music, art in every form;
my soul is fed by pieces of others
known and unknown
comfort and security always wrestle with risk and curiosity
What sounds fill your soul?
music, the universal language
the song that never leaves
birdsong in the cool morning air
oceans waves crashing upon the shore
the ebb and flow of waves
sounds made by people
"Fly me to the moon"...
sounds made by nature
the glory of nature
the smell of the forest and the beauty of it all
the desirous thought of dawning suns
send warmth that chills the mind
caressing the soul
Is it the touch of another soul?
love
loved ones
kind people that hear you and keep in touch
the spirit of truth from people
people really out there caring about people
when people do random acts of kindness
paying it forward
showing real love and compassion for others
being able to be your genuine self
walking together on this purposeful path
with positive, peaceful, & like-minded people
humans and pets and places
artworks and ideas
the trust and soulful participation of others as you co-create
a play, an experience, a poem
the sight of children playing
laughter, the laugh of a child
a child’s peal of laughter
listening to your daughter and her friends giggle uncontrollably
the years put into the creation of another life
the gentle hug from a loved one or fur baby
those hugs that last a little longer
the hug for no reason
Is it that co-creation? That synergy? That connection?
creation - recreation, procreation
the world blossoming with meditation gardens
soil building and goat yoga
bike sharing and community building
pollinator conservation
and all the other new awareness and elements of RENEWAL!
The human soul experienced
through the senses
growing, expanding connecting
What feeds your soul?
Hope
group Facebook poem September 2021
By: Lorri Leonards, Elayne Meyerowitz Eskenazi, Bonnie Harrison, Sabrina Fein, Rosanna Bonfilio, Kimberly Ellen, Marcia Gallineaux-Hubert, Donna Beckwith, Joseph N Joelene DeFranco, Linda Pettis, Leslie Kurt Boxhorn, Bonnie Kennedy, Wendy Chapman, Chanel Welch, Brenda Snyder, Susan Cochran, Derek Hittle, and Anna Eskenazi Bush.
How:
Standing alone, hope is just a word
But when actions join hope, possibilities open
Shout out to the future that we are strong enough
to take on what lies ahead
Hold on to threads of light
Open the window
Let your hope and light outshine dark times –
go to the light!
One’s:
Where there is love, there is always hope.
Hope to hug you soon.
Hope floats,
rising and lifting us
like a glorious red balloon
Patience:
Sometimes, hope is all that’s left.
We hope for a better tomorrow.
Today, we rest and wait.
A glimmer of hope…hope against hope…the truest hope
Endures:
Hope rhymes with cope
Takes courage to have both
When all hope is lost, look to yourself
and you will find the strength you need
to carry on.
We live in hope.
We grow in hope.
Hope is the spring board
of our souls’ spirit into life’s changes -
like a candle in the dark,
helping us to see where we are going
group Facebook poem September 2021
By: Lorri Leonards, Elayne Meyerowitz Eskenazi, Bonnie Harrison, Sabrina Fein, Rosanna Bonfilio, Kimberly Ellen, Marcia Gallineaux-Hubert, Donna Beckwith, Joseph N Joelene DeFranco, Linda Pettis, Leslie Kurt Boxhorn, Bonnie Kennedy, Wendy Chapman, Chanel Welch, Brenda Snyder, Susan Cochran, Derek Hittle, and Anna Eskenazi Bush.
How:
Standing alone, hope is just a word
But when actions join hope, possibilities open
Shout out to the future that we are strong enough
to take on what lies ahead
Hold on to threads of light
Open the window
Let your hope and light outshine dark times –
go to the light!
One’s:
Where there is love, there is always hope.
Hope to hug you soon.
Hope floats,
rising and lifting us
like a glorious red balloon
Patience:
Sometimes, hope is all that’s left.
We hope for a better tomorrow.
Today, we rest and wait.
A glimmer of hope…hope against hope…the truest hope
Endures:
Hope rhymes with cope
Takes courage to have both
When all hope is lost, look to yourself
and you will find the strength you need
to carry on.
We live in hope.
We grow in hope.
Hope is the spring board
of our souls’ spirit into life’s changes -
like a candle in the dark,
helping us to see where we are going
Connection - Facebook Group Poem 2020
Watch it on YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yTp-O67jUMs
By Ina Springer, Bonnie Harrison, Leslie Kurt Boxhorn, Christopher L Wall, Barbara Laxon, Charles L Goehrig, Sherie Hamel-Wallace, Miki White, Marcia Gallineaux-Hubert, Bonnie Kennedy, Kari Follett, Kimberly Ellen, Lorri Leonards, Katie Lopez, Heather Warner, Barbara Dyskant, Susan Cochran, Steven Winter, Brenda Snyder, Linda Pettis, Kate Hogan, Edwin K. Morris, Rob Mrowka, Elayne Meyerowitz Eskenazi, Donna Beckwith, Corinne Potter, Reuben Eskenazi, Rosanna Bonfilio, Misty Richardson, Anna Eskenazi Bush
Devoid of human connection
individuals and society reduced
to Facebook on a Friday night
yet community built around the digital fire
still provides connection with love and intent
We open out hearts to each other
connections are recognized and remembered
connecting, racing hearts
Zooming, Covid-style!
Family ties to electric currents
Then a pause -
sometimes we must unplug -
disconnecting is not always a bad thing
We connect more deeply with ourselves
and remember our humanity
Being alive - the connection we all share
gives us direction
Step up and Love if you Dare
Soul to Soul
reach out, reach out to me
we recognize ourselves in each other upon reflection
Rising above the divide of disconnection
peace and unity....
solidly united
make people feel loved
unite on common ground
Our souls yearn to be connected to others
I see you; I hear you; I know you are there
An invisible red thread connects our soul to another
From my side of this sphere to yours and every point in between
All is one, everything is the universe expressing itself
Practice bridging;
bridging is listening
holding sacred space for the soul of another
You and me and all the rest
Seeing, hearing, knowing
To connect deeply with our humanity
Open our hearts to the suffering of others
Remembering to be kind, to yourself as well
Remembering to connect our souls to action
So we all join hands and WIN the election!
Connection can start in our family and
spread to the human family
Love, genuine love, holds us to one another...
Let us be heart to heart
And remember our Connection
Watch it on YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yTp-O67jUMs
By Ina Springer, Bonnie Harrison, Leslie Kurt Boxhorn, Christopher L Wall, Barbara Laxon, Charles L Goehrig, Sherie Hamel-Wallace, Miki White, Marcia Gallineaux-Hubert, Bonnie Kennedy, Kari Follett, Kimberly Ellen, Lorri Leonards, Katie Lopez, Heather Warner, Barbara Dyskant, Susan Cochran, Steven Winter, Brenda Snyder, Linda Pettis, Kate Hogan, Edwin K. Morris, Rob Mrowka, Elayne Meyerowitz Eskenazi, Donna Beckwith, Corinne Potter, Reuben Eskenazi, Rosanna Bonfilio, Misty Richardson, Anna Eskenazi Bush
Devoid of human connection
individuals and society reduced
to Facebook on a Friday night
yet community built around the digital fire
still provides connection with love and intent
We open out hearts to each other
connections are recognized and remembered
connecting, racing hearts
Zooming, Covid-style!
Family ties to electric currents
Then a pause -
sometimes we must unplug -
disconnecting is not always a bad thing
We connect more deeply with ourselves
and remember our humanity
Being alive - the connection we all share
gives us direction
Step up and Love if you Dare
Soul to Soul
reach out, reach out to me
we recognize ourselves in each other upon reflection
Rising above the divide of disconnection
peace and unity....
solidly united
make people feel loved
unite on common ground
Our souls yearn to be connected to others
I see you; I hear you; I know you are there
An invisible red thread connects our soul to another
From my side of this sphere to yours and every point in between
All is one, everything is the universe expressing itself
Practice bridging;
bridging is listening
holding sacred space for the soul of another
You and me and all the rest
Seeing, hearing, knowing
To connect deeply with our humanity
Open our hearts to the suffering of others
Remembering to be kind, to yourself as well
Remembering to connect our souls to action
So we all join hands and WIN the election!
Connection can start in our family and
spread to the human family
Love, genuine love, holds us to one another...
Let us be heart to heart
And remember our Connection
It is our Nature to Nurture
Facebook Group Poem 2019 by:
Anna Eskenazi Bush, Elayne Meyerowitz Eskenazi, Lorri Leonards , Miki White , Charles L Goehrig , Joseph N Joelene DeFranco, Db Busan, Brenda Snyder, Ronnie Schenkein, Marcia Gallineaux-Hubert, Renee Jobe, Jennifer Wolbert, Donna Beckwith, Jillian Freeman Arrowood
It is our nature to nurture
through the seasons and colors and cycles of life
From silent winter when the soul retreats
to the vibrant spring of rebirth and renewal
From hot, humid summer days to cool fall nights
with summer gifting us so many colors of green on the leaves
but not for long
before the beautiful colors of fall arrive
along with thoughts of hot soup
soup to nurture the body and soul
seasons and colors and cycles come and go
and they will return
It is our nature to nurture
and be nurtured by nature
in whichever way we enjoy it
For some, it is nice seeing in art and from afar:
preferring the climate controlled insect-less indoors
For others, up close and personal:
I think that I shall never be as centered as when hugging a tree
or when I see
the mushrooms that form a fairy ring around the tall cedar
the autumn sun glittering like gold across the chillin' lake
the Monarch dancing across the bright pink zinnia
Oh, wait...nature
how she calms my soul
being in Nature brings solitude and peace
It is our nature to nurture
and now is our time to hear
our earth is crying out for help: “save me, save me” before it is too late
and to also remember
there is no other as resilient, as adaptive, as powerful, as providing as our mother
Mother Nature always wins
bringing everything back to her true self
She lets us play with her toys before taking them back
It is in Her nature to nurture herself
and we are invited to participate and be nurtured too
when we play nicely
Facebook Group Poem 2019 by:
Anna Eskenazi Bush, Elayne Meyerowitz Eskenazi, Lorri Leonards , Miki White , Charles L Goehrig , Joseph N Joelene DeFranco, Db Busan, Brenda Snyder, Ronnie Schenkein, Marcia Gallineaux-Hubert, Renee Jobe, Jennifer Wolbert, Donna Beckwith, Jillian Freeman Arrowood
It is our nature to nurture
through the seasons and colors and cycles of life
From silent winter when the soul retreats
to the vibrant spring of rebirth and renewal
From hot, humid summer days to cool fall nights
with summer gifting us so many colors of green on the leaves
but not for long
before the beautiful colors of fall arrive
along with thoughts of hot soup
soup to nurture the body and soul
seasons and colors and cycles come and go
and they will return
It is our nature to nurture
and be nurtured by nature
in whichever way we enjoy it
For some, it is nice seeing in art and from afar:
preferring the climate controlled insect-less indoors
For others, up close and personal:
I think that I shall never be as centered as when hugging a tree
or when I see
the mushrooms that form a fairy ring around the tall cedar
the autumn sun glittering like gold across the chillin' lake
the Monarch dancing across the bright pink zinnia
Oh, wait...nature
how she calms my soul
being in Nature brings solitude and peace
It is our nature to nurture
and now is our time to hear
our earth is crying out for help: “save me, save me” before it is too late
and to also remember
there is no other as resilient, as adaptive, as powerful, as providing as our mother
Mother Nature always wins
bringing everything back to her true self
She lets us play with her toys before taking them back
It is in Her nature to nurture herself
and we are invited to participate and be nurtured too
when we play nicely
Age in a Cage?
Facebook Group Poem August 2018
Preface:
Age is like an ole shoe
a privilege denied to many
the cost of gaining wisdom
though some grow old and some grow wise
we all leave footprints
The Cage:
There was a time where the future in the far distance was now
Time is not on my side
Age sucks
Aging myself - trapped in memories
Alive in the age of worry
Female pattern baldness
Baldness from the time we are babes and sometimes baldness as we age
Like the law of gravity, the laws of aging are nothing to sneer at
The age in my mind stays young - the age in my bones - well that's another story
My body is 59, but I am not
How come those thighs are cute on a baby and not so nice on me?
The Pause:
Nothing stays the same as time changes all
Real age and chronological age are different things
Age is just a number...in and of itself, meaningless
The age of the host doesn't reflect the age of the soul
It might suck to grow old, but it’s better than the alternative
Age to age G-d is still the same
Regardless of age, the present is your present
Growing old is mandatory, but growing up is optional
Though the hair is grey, and bones may creak,
in your maturity remember to practice the joy of immaturity
The sweetness of our youth brings forth hope
There is No Cage:
Aging makes me more conscious of living fully in the present,
enjoying each person I’m with and each thing I do
I adore growing old - a great gift, when handled wisely
I ‘m still young - nothing has changed - and the sex is great
Age brings forth grace, unlimited bounties and joy in the smallest miracles of everyday life
Gifts denied or ignored by many
Worth the wait!
Facebook Group Poem August 2018
Preface:
Age is like an ole shoe
a privilege denied to many
the cost of gaining wisdom
though some grow old and some grow wise
we all leave footprints
The Cage:
There was a time where the future in the far distance was now
Time is not on my side
Age sucks
Aging myself - trapped in memories
Alive in the age of worry
Female pattern baldness
Baldness from the time we are babes and sometimes baldness as we age
Like the law of gravity, the laws of aging are nothing to sneer at
The age in my mind stays young - the age in my bones - well that's another story
My body is 59, but I am not
How come those thighs are cute on a baby and not so nice on me?
The Pause:
Nothing stays the same as time changes all
Real age and chronological age are different things
Age is just a number...in and of itself, meaningless
The age of the host doesn't reflect the age of the soul
It might suck to grow old, but it’s better than the alternative
Age to age G-d is still the same
Regardless of age, the present is your present
Growing old is mandatory, but growing up is optional
Though the hair is grey, and bones may creak,
in your maturity remember to practice the joy of immaturity
The sweetness of our youth brings forth hope
There is No Cage:
Aging makes me more conscious of living fully in the present,
enjoying each person I’m with and each thing I do
I adore growing old - a great gift, when handled wisely
I ‘m still young - nothing has changed - and the sex is great
Age brings forth grace, unlimited bounties and joy in the smallest miracles of everyday life
Gifts denied or ignored by many
Worth the wait!
BONUS poem - needed to get silly because COVID was so serious:
Cope on a Rope is Dope, Clean with Soap
COVID19 Group Poem
By Elayne Meyerowitz Eskenazi , Jennifer Wolbert, Lorri Leonards, Kimberly Ellen, Corinne Potter, Marcia Gallineaux-Hubert, Bonnie Kennedy, Anna Eskenazi Bush
Alexa, play ocean music.
I am calm, I AM calm, I AM CALM!
And if eating cake is wrong, I don't want to be right.
Cake, no mistake, let’s partake.
Green clothes, green eggs, green grass to roll on.
Mother Earth sings joyfully.
How big is Biggedy Bobby Boo? No one new knew!
But he stuck like glue. MORE SOAP!
Punctuation id fun; spelling is my challenge!
Orange you glad I said challinge?
The wiggly worms tickled her so she giggled.
From deep within her came a mighty laugh; a laugh that had been building.
Waiting unstoppable, until it exploded with every fiber of her being!
Cope, rope, dope, soap.
Biggedy Bobby Boo.
Eat some cake.
Hear a song.
Sing to the green grass.
We wiggle like worms and smile.
Cope on a Rope is Dope, Clean with Soap
COVID19 Group Poem
By Elayne Meyerowitz Eskenazi , Jennifer Wolbert, Lorri Leonards, Kimberly Ellen, Corinne Potter, Marcia Gallineaux-Hubert, Bonnie Kennedy, Anna Eskenazi Bush
Alexa, play ocean music.
I am calm, I AM calm, I AM CALM!
And if eating cake is wrong, I don't want to be right.
Cake, no mistake, let’s partake.
Green clothes, green eggs, green grass to roll on.
Mother Earth sings joyfully.
How big is Biggedy Bobby Boo? No one new knew!
But he stuck like glue. MORE SOAP!
Punctuation id fun; spelling is my challenge!
Orange you glad I said challinge?
The wiggly worms tickled her so she giggled.
From deep within her came a mighty laugh; a laugh that had been building.
Waiting unstoppable, until it exploded with every fiber of her being!
Cope, rope, dope, soap.
Biggedy Bobby Boo.
Eat some cake.
Hear a song.
Sing to the green grass.
We wiggle like worms and smile.
2017
The Audacity of Autumn
It is a bold time of year
The leaves reflect their true color
and invite you to show yours
Red and gold leaves are beautiful
The morning air smells crisp and clean
Spirits come to life and the geese fly home
And the leaves change with passing time
The air produces a chilly breeze
Dark colors have never been so beautiful
Colors more vibrant than anything I've ever seen
I invite you to show yours
Crisp air, crisp leaves, crisp apples
bring memories of years gone by
....the sound of fallen leaves crunching beneath my feet....
Sometimes when the leaves crinkle just right
you can smell and taste them changing colors
Pumpkins, corn, squash, and apples in autumn hues
Apple cider, pumpkin pie, warm the soul
The taste of pumpkin and spice fills the air...
Pumpkin spice is quite nice!
To each of us, one experience
Yet differently audacious
One thinks, "I've stopped sweating"
While another says, " Hot-Hot-Hot. Sleep all afternoon"
Morning fog in our valley signals cooler weather coming
It is time for a soft landing from the idyllic summer season
into a bed of coppery leaves in which
we snuggle before the snow sets in
For some ushering in sadness, joy, or both
Autumn, so beautiful but brief in its splendor
Sadness comes as I don't want it to leave and come to barrenness
Sadness comes when the warm summer air has left your skin
but soon replaced by a feeling of warmth within your soul
by the vivid colors of changing leaves
by the heat from sitting by a fire with friends
Watch
the last red leaf flutter in the gentle breeze...and it is gone
this last leaf on the tree casts
the last shadow before rest
by Adriane Finkelstein Rena Hellzinger Danny WoodbridgeEstelle Eskenazi Fein Donna Beckwith Brenda Snyder Albert Fabrizio Marty Harrison Meg Tack Joy L Ross Marcia Gallineaux-Hubert Jamie Banfield-ButtonJean Loucks Misty Richardson Mary Helen Forney Linda Aunt Faye Pettis Jillian Freeman Arrowood Sherie Hamel-Wallace Abby Harrison Tammy Thorsby Querns and Anna Eskenazi Bush
The Audacity of Autumn
It is a bold time of year
The leaves reflect their true color
and invite you to show yours
Red and gold leaves are beautiful
The morning air smells crisp and clean
Spirits come to life and the geese fly home
And the leaves change with passing time
The air produces a chilly breeze
Dark colors have never been so beautiful
Colors more vibrant than anything I've ever seen
I invite you to show yours
Crisp air, crisp leaves, crisp apples
bring memories of years gone by
....the sound of fallen leaves crunching beneath my feet....
Sometimes when the leaves crinkle just right
you can smell and taste them changing colors
Pumpkins, corn, squash, and apples in autumn hues
Apple cider, pumpkin pie, warm the soul
The taste of pumpkin and spice fills the air...
Pumpkin spice is quite nice!
To each of us, one experience
Yet differently audacious
One thinks, "I've stopped sweating"
While another says, " Hot-Hot-Hot. Sleep all afternoon"
Morning fog in our valley signals cooler weather coming
It is time for a soft landing from the idyllic summer season
into a bed of coppery leaves in which
we snuggle before the snow sets in
For some ushering in sadness, joy, or both
Autumn, so beautiful but brief in its splendor
Sadness comes as I don't want it to leave and come to barrenness
Sadness comes when the warm summer air has left your skin
but soon replaced by a feeling of warmth within your soul
by the vivid colors of changing leaves
by the heat from sitting by a fire with friends
Watch
the last red leaf flutter in the gentle breeze...and it is gone
this last leaf on the tree casts
the last shadow before rest
by Adriane Finkelstein Rena Hellzinger Danny WoodbridgeEstelle Eskenazi Fein Donna Beckwith Brenda Snyder Albert Fabrizio Marty Harrison Meg Tack Joy L Ross Marcia Gallineaux-Hubert Jamie Banfield-ButtonJean Loucks Misty Richardson Mary Helen Forney Linda Aunt Faye Pettis Jillian Freeman Arrowood Sherie Hamel-Wallace Abby Harrison Tammy Thorsby Querns and Anna Eskenazi Bush