Fall Leaves a
Blessing
October winds twist, slap air as maple leaves
shield earth’s mound. Sparrows chatter quietly
not to disturb wind’s grace. Orange russet branches
enhance the artist’s canvas, October speaks,
even the blind can feel the breeze capture innocence.
Sunshine smiles in my backyard. A leaf arabesques
inviting us to dance. Listen, an avalanche cascades,
a car passes rattling fumes in the distance.
The hush returns, a leaflet falls releasing everything.
Clarissa Jakobsons instructs at a community college often
weaving one-of-a-kind artist books, exhibited internationally. Sometimes she
combines artist books with her poems and oil paintings. She writes, "Don’t
be surprised to see my inner artist kicking sandcastles, climbing Mount Diablo,
painting Provincetown dunes, or walking under an Ohio crescent moon".
Dear Clarissa,
ReplyDeleteYour wonderful poem is enriched with imagery. Tjanks you for your contribution to Whispers, you are most welcome.
Best wishes,
Inge
Dearest Daginne,
ReplyDeleteI've enjoyed our pleasant interaction with the greatest admiration and appreciate your support!
Cheers from Ohio!
Clarissa
Beautiful nature, quietly in the midst of everything that is not nature. Wonderfully done, Clarissa. Happy Thanksgiving from New Jersey.
ReplyDeleteJames
Thank you so much, James! I hope your Thanksgiving was spectacular!
DeleteThese leaves appeal to our senses and imagination, Clarissa. A beautiful poem and a superb final line. Regards // paul
ReplyDeleteThanks for your note, Paul! Much appreciated! I'm still intrigued by the final line!
Deletelove this playful write
ReplyDeleteAppreciate your read, Jack! May your day bring playful surprises!
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