Autumn's Way


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:

  1. Matt Forrest EsenwineOctober 10, 2013 at 10:12 PM

    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!

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  2. Charles GhignaOctober 10, 2013 at 11:31 PM

    Thanks, Matt. I enjoyed walking among your stars!

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  3. Matt Forrest EsenwineOctober 11, 2013 at 8:15 AM

    Thank you! I'm glad you liked it.

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  4. TriciaOctober 11, 2013 at 10:48 AM

    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

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  5. laurasalasOctober 11, 2013 at 3:03 PM

    Gorgeous--I especially love your use of "cuts." Ah, my favorite season...

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  6. Charles GhignaOctober 12, 2013 at 12:40 AM

    Thanks, Tricia, for your "lovely," and thanks, Laura, for your "gorgeous" and for hosting us all today!

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  7. RuthOctober 15, 2013 at 3:58 PM

    I love "yellow-most."

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  8. Charles GhignaOctober 15, 2013 at 11:13 PM

    Thank you, Ruth.

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