~Autumn of my heart...

Thank you sweet petulia (Emma Joy) for the luverly pic and inspiration.

There is a place of calm within my soul, an autumn that wraps around my heart that reminisces young and vintage memories where old friends visit, share the warmth of coffee, that place of colorful reverie whispers my name blush of summer gone and renewal has begun

shades of firewood on wood burning stoves as spirited leaves begin to fall to their demise I catch the memories like snowflakes on the tongue waiting in the shadows, a stoic season ready to nip its chill in this moment I relish the burnished views afore the golden, fruition of a gathering equinox of thoughts they dance amongst the scarlet hues playfully amused until old man winter comes to tuck them in yet again 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"that reminisces young and vintage memories where old friends visit, share the warmth of coffee,"
I enjoyed the poem. The above is my favorite. Would be nice to gather with old friends. To be able to talk till we can't no more. Thank you for the memories and amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

Thanks Coyote, glad you enjoyed.

[wordwarrior]

How very beautiful Frieda. So warm and delicate and inviting. I loved every line of imagery here. Another into my faves!

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much wordwarrior!

[Emerald Seas]

A nice, smooth read for a cool evening and sipping on a warm drink. Well done!

[Frieda P]

Thanks Sirrah.

[Vria P Crow]

Autumn preserves memories like still shot photographs. There is certainly something preternatural about the season. Death is often feared, but the Fall comforts the soul within beauty. Subjectively, the Fall is a celebration of the dead rather than melancholy. It reminds us that the human essence still lingers after we pass.

Thank you for sharing!

[Frieda P]

Your review is poetry in itself Ria, thanks so much.

[Vria P Crow]

Awe, thank you, Freida! And your welcome!

[Tom]

Autumn does indeed evoke fond memories and strengthens the kindred spirit of folk as they prepare for the winter season encroaching !

[Frieda P]

Thanks Tom.

[Leslie Philibert]

Another good poem, I have read a number of fine Autumn poems the last week...

[Frieda P]

There are definitely quite a few great Autumn ones out and about, thanks Leslie.

[Pryde Foltz]

they dance amongst the scarlet hues playfully amused
until old man winter comes to tuck them in yet again

Close this piece of beauty with a fantastic metaphor. Lovely.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Pryde.

[emmajoy]

Oh dear friend across the ocean, 'has been a day and a half so maybe why your beautiful words have reached right inside me and calmed what's been and is a tense spirit. You've near displayed a series of miniatures calling me/us to feel the joy and beauty of the season and to know what lies ahead is promise and hope with capital letters. Your phrasing in this poem is truly magical, spiritual, sincere -soothing. I love it

'.. I relish the burnished views afore the golden, fruition of a gathering equinox of thoughts ~ they dance amongst the scarlet hues playfully amused ~ until old man winter comes to tuck them in yet again'

[Frieda P]

So there was a method to my madness, if only to bring a moment's calm sweet petulia, thanks for your kind words, hopefully today brings a soft scenario of promise to your outlook.

[emmajoy]

Good grief, twelve hours passed in a minute! Words like yours are a magic spell.. and what they cast is good old.fashioned deep.inside.calm.

[Frieda P]

You've touched my heart, as you always do Em, thanks so much sweet petulia. x

[emmajoy]

Just re.read your lovely poem, ' .. as spirited leaves begin to fall to their demise ~ I catch the memories like snowflakes on the tongue.. '

:) Frieda, just realised your video is one of our little mum's all.time favourites. She didn't speak French but for some reason knew all the words of - i think, the original, 'Les feuilles mortes', or something! Have to add, I'm a fan of EC!

[Frieda P]

I wasn't aware the original was in French, will have to look that version up right away, awh, must have been the spirits in the air Em when you sent that luverly pic....!

[emmajoy]

Hi love, just found it in French.. so hope you don't mind just had to post it on my Profile page.. so reminds me of times past. So weird that mum couldn't speak French, have to find out from others how come she knew the song in that language tho!! Thank goodness for your version!

[Frieda P]

LOL that makes two of us!! ;-)

[emmajoy]

see my message.. trick and treating here we come - bags I have the cauldron!

[Frieda P]

I'll brew up some magic potions..ha!

[Rebecca Buller]

"...as spirited leaves begin to fall to their demise
I catch the memories like snowflakes on the tongue..."

You have captured the essence of autumn (my favorite time of year) so beautifully. But, unfortunately, the crispness of autumn fades into the coldness of winter. Perfection, dear Frieda. Bravo!

[Frieda P]

Thanks Rebecca, jazzed you enjoyed!

[Marie]

A lovely picture...not just of Autumn but of its meaning...

[Frieda P]

Thanks Marie.

[kublakhan27]

As eloquent an evocation of Autumn as I've read in quite some time, particularly with regards to its relationship with Winter. The way you relay the transition between the seasons is letter-perfect. You continue to knock me out with incomparable poetry my dear :)

[Frieda P]

You humble me Steve, and knowing winter is your favorite month, I thought you might enjoy this one, you are one of the very few that enjoy the frigid cold, you are aware of that right? :-)

[kublakhan27]

Haha Oh yes, I'm aware cuz many people point it out to me ;) I just find it a million times easier to concentrate when it's cold than when it's hot. Of course it always helps when your Mom has a fireplace too haha x