AUTUMN… my favorite time of year new mexico ablaze
the mountains red, orange and yellow leaves falling gold
a cool wind blows snuggle into my jacket a fire in the kiva
the smell of pinion burning pumpkin pies cooling on the back porch
the sky a clear blue green chilies roasting hot, medium or mild
crisp apples in road side stands melancholy plays at the edge
list what is here what is missing …a small blond boy
grown to be a man still my own my son...
October 9, 2017
9 comments:
Even in the fullness of autumn, there is an emptiness in your heart...
Life seems to move fast when children grow up.
This is so poignant, so beautiful...my poem hit on the same theme...the memory of my children when they were small. Your poem pings at my heart, my friend..........I so admire how you still see the beauty, even as you mourn the loss........he will always be your beautiful boy.
I love how you carried the poem around from the things of the season to the seasons of our life. Time does fly and our little ones soon fly out of the nest. This is lovely Annell!
one can feel the bareness after the leaves have gone.
Ah the food! The colors! The absences. Taking it all together as well as we can. Beautiful.
A child, suddenly all grown up, makes time fly away. Lovely poem, Annell.
Oh how I'd love to be with you in the southwest for autumn. Love the images here, Annell.
Amid the vibrancy of your Autumn, "what's missing" (so poignantly tucked into your poem) tugs at my heart.
A Blessed Autumn to you Annell
much love...
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