The firelight casts
an amber glow --
reflecting this amber season.
Acorn garlands hang
with ease;
bowls of walnuts
waiting to be shelled.
Pumpkins brighten nooks--
vases filled with
silver maple
dispel any gloomy nitch.
Apples wait to be baked
and pomegrantes
are a perfect display.
Dogs sleep by the
hearth,
dreaming dog-dreams
of running through
the fallen leaves --
while I make a wreath
of last summer's blooms
gone to seed
and bittersweet vines,
their vibrant berries
aglow.
Through the window
I gaze at the Autumn sunset:
tawny gold, pink-tinged peach
and pale blue-grey.
The air outside is chilled
a hint of Winter's cold
to come.
But hearth and home
are warm,
embracing this season's gentility.
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 9:01 AM UTC
The firelight casts
an amber glow --
reflecting this amber season.
Acorn garlands hang
with ease;
bowls of walnuts
waiting to be shelled.
Pumpkins brighten nooks--
vases filled with
silver maple
dispel any gloomy nitch.
Apples wait to be baked
and pomegrantes
are a perfect display.
Dogs sleep by the
hearth,
dreaming dog-dreams
of running through
the fallen leaves --
while I make a wreath
of last summer's blooms
gone to seed
and bittersweet vines,
their vibrant berries
aglow.
Through the window
I gaze at the Autumn sunset:
tawny gold, pink-tinged peach
and pale blue-grey.
The air outside is chilled
a hint of Winter's cold
to come.
But hearth and home
are warm,
embracing this season's gentility.