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Autumn's Way

In their yellow-most goings,

leaves of maple

ride breezes to the ground.

You can hear their sound

each autumn afternoon

as the crisp air cuts

through the trees

and hurries us along

the golden sidewalks

home.

from A Fury of Motion ©Charles Ghigna
PoetryFoundation.org

8 comments:

Matt Forrest Esenwine said...: Beautiful, Charles! And I have to tell you, for a moment I thought you had used the same photo I used for my post today! (they are, indeed, different, but very, very similar) Have a great weekend!; October 10, 2013 at 10:12 PM
Charles Ghigna said...: Thanks, Matt. I enjoyed walking among your stars!; October 10, 2013 at 11:31 PM
Matt Forrest Esenwine said...: Thank you! I'm glad you liked it.; October 11, 2013 at 8:15 AM
Tricia said...: Hi Charles,

This is really lovely. We're not quite to this point yet, but your poem really makes me want to get there sooner rather than later.

Thanks for sharing.
Tricia; October 11, 2013 at 10:48 AM
laurasalas said...: Gorgeous--I especially love your use of "cuts." Ah, my favorite season...; October 11, 2013 at 3:03 PM
Charles Ghigna said...: Thanks, Tricia, for your "lovely," and thanks, Laura, for your "gorgeous" and for hosting us all today!; October 12, 2013 at 12:40 AM
Ruth said...: I love "yellow-most."; October 15, 2013 at 3:58 PM
Charles Ghigna said...: Thank you, Ruth.; October 15, 2013 at 11:13 PM

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