Dear Whispers’
Friends,
The October activity has been: write a titled, five-line
poem with an autumn theme. Thank you for your responses to the activity. I hope
you will take time to dwell in the autumn season through these brief yet
meaningful creations.
Blessings,
Michael Escoubas, Whispers’ Activity Editor
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Unbeknownst
A black cat, tail twitching, waits patiently,
keeping vigil over the fresh mound of dirt
peeking through the layer of golden leaves.
The drizzle of rain does not discourage her
sure efforts to capture her desired delicacy
Charlene McCutcheon, United States
Autumn Rain
Vertical, or horizontal autumn rain falling from heavy misty clouds,
but when caught by a sunbeam it makes glistening slides
shimmering across the rock and falls
in bright white tails or snakes
like silver where the mountains leak it.
Lynn White, North Wales
Evening Stroll
Tickled by a cool breeze
Encapsulated in earth tones
Wrapped in a cocoon of fallings leaves
Early nightfall
Illuminated by pumpkin lanterns
Langley Shazor, United States
Autumn Dawn
Parades of trees stand in black silhouettes
against a glowing sky of tangerine.
My garden spiders suspend satin sheets
of twinkling tiny crystals that tumble down,
pausing this new day of autumn sun rays.
Annie Jenkin, England
Autumn Trees and Little Boys
Just up and out of bed,
I am greeted by a tree.
In its arms, I bend my knees
as I listen to the fall
of brown and yellow leaves.
Michael Escoubas, United States
Sunday Psalm
is a rain-soaked deck in early fall, a collage
of light-changed leaves, and a crispy fall breeze;
one hundred geese that gaggle goodbye,
and one great blue heron standing silent in cattails.
What is there in nature that is not a prayer?
Mary Jo Balistreri, United States
Autumn Masterpiece
A stroke of genius
from the Master's palette,
a bouquet of butterflies
scatters and soars
with the autumn wind.
Barbara Tate, United States
Green Grow the Rivals O
The weed, resembling my climbing beans
in all but fruit, reduced my crop it seems.
loose change
on my table
sunflower petals
Ralph Stott, England
Autumn’s Eternal Fall to Spring
Autumn, that time of year when all is dying
off
while rushing towards an end; beware such purblind
thoughts,
for they are false! Within Fall’s gloomy themes are
coiled,
waiting to burst forth, snowdrops, anemones and
croci.
In turn, Spring dooms itself, and all glory to it too, while
going off!
Alan McAlpine Douglas, England
Forever Autumn
he sings
in coffee-coloured tones
labeling the pickle jars
reminds me of autumns past
his music still haunts me
Martha Magenta, England
Autumn in the Smokies
A kaleidoscope of colors
splash across my Smokies.
I await the falling leaves
soon covered by
blinding white.
Tom Davis, United States
Autumnal Thoughts
Through the window
of my toasty room,
I crave the autumn sight of birds
in a place where time is kept
by the rising sun.
Marc Livanos, United States
The Turning
Color us autumn.
Color us burnt almond,
red, flame. Name us
the season of falling,
drifting into winter’s wind.
Jean Colonomos, United States
Life of Leaves
Green
Red
Orange
Brown
Death
David Williams, England
Autumn, how I love you!
The Autumn breeze wafts over fields; to its mild touch the
corn stalk yields.
The flowers in the gardens smile to feel the Autumn breeze awhile.
On grassy meadows, cattle graze; in stifling heat, they idly laze.
Flowers, splendid in all their glory. How they love to tell their story.
I love this Autumn time of year. It brings with it its
glorious gear.
Helen Dowd, Canada
Autumn Wood
The trees are being diluted,
bird songs brushed away by wind.
Shadows are sticking to the floor
creating darkness, ignoring the sun.
Summer flames simmer until burnt out.
Gareth Culshaw, Wales
curtain call~~
ash and maple
confetti dance
~the last leaf falls~
she closes her eyes
for the final bow
Karen O’Leary, United States
November Smoke
A new pile of leaves. Daddy leans on his rake.
My sister and I whoop and holler like Indians
then jump into leaves. A grey afternoon. Rain
comes soon, hot cocoa too and we could not
forever laugh as we once did into November smoke.
Barbara Robinette, United States
Grounded
Honking across the October sky,
a flock of geese heading south,
the blue lake a mirror of heartbreak.
Onshore, an injured goose grieves all alone,
no one to give her solace during winter's ice.
Elizabeth Howard, United States
Night in the Forest
Moonlight paints the woods awake.
Cricket song is a soundtrack for night life.
Silver-grey shadows dip and dither.
Leaves giggle in their autumn gowns
when windy guests ask them to dance.
Candace Armstrong, United States
Autumn Chill
whispering through the autumn chill
in the eddy of yellowing leaves,
those old, old words haunt again --
I sigh at the unworn mangalsutra
and slide the drawer back in place.
Mangalsutra: a black bead necklace worn by Hindu women.
Raamesh Gowri Raghavan, India
Autumn Melody
We live in the safest, gated community.
We found great senior housing at Fort Knox.
Friendly people, young, old, military too.
Birds, Bambi and more on our morning walk,
sounds of nature and children all around.
Robert Hewett, Sr., United States
