Here are my autumn poems. I admit it – I’m an autumn junkie. I love the falling leaves, a bit of sadness, hot cider, deep shadows, evening fires, long walks in the woods. All my autumn poems are in this category of my blog: Poems, Autumn
To get you in the mood for autumn poems, see my video below of a midnight walk through falling leaves in the virtual world of Second Life, and a recipe for pumpkin chai to keep away the autumn chill (recipe and pic from Club Dine-In).
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This poem was born one autumn day when I looked at a tree’s colorful leaves dancing in the wind and thought how much they looked like butterflies.
It was written from an unlikely assortment of “challenge words” which the writers of the Bardic Circle in the virtual world of Second Life choose at the end of our weekly gatherings: Sweet; Princess; Butterfly, Lightning; Spigot.
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In a marsh near where I live, wild white pelicans come to roost. Their visits are almost magical, and never predictable. They are there one day and gone the next. I happened upon them a couple weeks ago. When I went back to see them the next day, sure enough, they were gone. They always fill me with awe and longing. Here’s a picture of them and a poem I wrote while watching them.
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A fallen leaf has a lot to say, if you catch it at the right moment. This moment was a rainy autumn day, when the linden trees still shimmered gold, and I watched one leaf come tumbling down. I wondered what it would be like to be a leaf and fall away from everything you’ve ever known.
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One autumn day I noticed a leaf hanging all afternoon by a thread of a bygone spider’s web, until finally the wind swept it away. I sympathized with the little leaf and wrote this poem as an ode to its bravery.
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When I went out to my garden this October morning, there was only one rose left. It seemed anxious and afraid to be suddenly on its own, and cold. It also seemed to be asking a desperate question.
And so this poem. It uses the random “challenge words” that we writers at the Bardic Circle in Second Life choose at the end of each of our weekly gatherings. This week he words were: “Beyond, Amaranthine, Sunbeam, Whisper, Fragile”
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This is the poem that won me the honor of the 2012 Poet Laureate title in the Elf Circle group in the virtual world of Second Life. Every year the 1,900 members choose their Poet Laureate by voting their favorite poems in a Bardic Competition, as in the days of old. This poem was inspired by a dying sunflower I saw bowing at the end of autumn to approaching winter.
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My most popular autumn poem. A man falls in love; the woman moves away. She leaves only a mysterious note on her door that she has “Gone Autumn.” Her note hints she might come back “some sunny day in June,” but he doesn’t wait; he goes after her. I made a video of this poem, which is embedded below the poem here.
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