Chrysanthemums
Flaming red mums fall over the flower-box edge,
reflected glory repeated in raindrops.
Copper mums in a kettle near the mailbox,
look like coins to pay the Autumn Harvester.
Pumpkin size football mums draw my eyes,
I gather blanket, seat for football game.
Surely autumn mums are enough,
all by themselves.
Alice Couch is a retired nurse’s aide who spends her days playing with her dogs, Nibby and Squeakie, while writing poetry for her three children, four grandchildren, seven great-grandchildren, and four great great-grandchildren. One of her stories published in Living with Children. She studied yoga and Buddhism and has a gift for blending the rational approach of the Western mind with the deep spiritual wisdom of the east in her poetry. She was named Noblesville’s Senior Poet Laureate in 2012.
Alice, Lovely imagery! Autumn is a favorite season of mine, an I love mums! Welcome aboard the "Whispers' blog.
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ReplyDeleteAnother wonderful poem (I originally replied to your collaborative poem) Are you Mary's mother? (Just curious...)
Your new friend,
David Fox
Dear Alice,
ReplyDeleteIt is so good to see you already have two lovely comments. Congratulations! Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem. Welcome to Whispers! Please let me know if you have any questions.
Blessings,
Karen
Hello Alice. Welcome to Whisper and thank you for sharing such a delightful poem full of imagery. I enjoyed reading it. Continued blessings!
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I enjoyed this lovely autumn poem, Alice. Chrysanthemums are among my favourite flowers, filling the garden with a mixture of appealing colours. Regards ~ paul
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