Sunday, September 21, 2008


for Sunday Scribblings
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The oak leaves
are waving
for me to join
them outdoors.

The sun’s eyes
have that come-on
look, bright,

Through the pine trees
I see a lone maple
turned red,
a heart

beating, alive,
enjoying the life
left to it.
The air

is a golden gift.
All I have to do
is pull the ribbons
to open my day.

But what am I doing?
Sitting on the couch
watching Sunday Morning
and writing this poem,

feeling like the pair
of dungarees I see
hanging on the line,
stuck there.


B. Roan said...

I loved the poem. Better get out there and enjoy the beautiful day, winter is coming. BJ

texasblu said...

"I see a lone maple
turned red,
a heart

beating, alive,
enjoying the life
left to it."

I am in love with these lines!

Thank you for the reminder to get off my rear and head out the door...


present said...

You are beckoned, invited to join the day, to join life. All you have to do is "pull the ribbons" to be there. Being stuck keeps us from what could help us be un-stuck it seems.

Cynthia said...

Oh yeah, that's so me at times.
Cleanly written.

SweetTalkingGuy said...

Great invitation from the outdoors, what are you waiting for?

Heidi Alfonzo said...

I am absolutely in love with this poem. A brilliant ode to Autumn!

Crafty Green Poet said...

I particularly like the red maple

susan said...

I love the images you craft. And I impressed with your line breaks. Is that geeky or what? lol Seriously, I can't hope but notice when a poet makes deliberate choices. They enhance the impact of the read.

teach said...

after reading your post and feeling as well like a worn pair of jeans, I ventured forth to the park where a festival was taking place. thanks for letting me into your world of words.

Lucy said...

oh this is a poem I could use to read EacH morning! beautifully expressed
I could really use your talents on my SS group poem post! :))

Granny Smith said...

These are such compelling invitations to go outside and party with nature. I especially like that sun with its come-on look! It's redwood needles, not oak leaves, glinting outside my window that beckon to me. And where am I? In front of the computer reacting with Sunday Scribblings.

paisley said...

i rarely accept the invitation to play outside... i like it better in my little house,, surrounded by the great out doors... lovely verse as always.....

Dar said...

Beautiful...I love the lone maple turned red, a heart...

tumblewords said...

Nifty invitation! I'm particularly fond of 'pull the ribbons to open my day'. Nice work!

susan said...

I need an edit button. Back for a second read and thanks again for coming by BES.

anthonynorth said...

This was a beautiful image. You bring Autumn to glorious life.

Alone on the Isle said...

That was an excellent poem . . . makes me resent the idea of winter.

Anonymous said...

Lovely poem about my favourite time of year! lets enjoy it :)

Melody said...

My favourite time of the year as well, and how could it now be especially after reading the descriptions that you just wrote. Beautiful!

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