At 3,000 feet

when the cold breath raises

                         the temperature of color

              you can hear

                          the crunch of gold

                                      leaves under your shoes

 

              piles of things

                          not yet gone

 

cup your hands

             around your eyes

                         and peer through

 

             a look into the glass globe

                         before the snow arrives

                                    to snuff the mountain flames

 

                         if only you could shake it up

 

             and watch the fall leaf

                         by leaf    moment

                                     by moment

 

or, hibernate inside

           a world of autumn

                       for the winter

 

           you could savor the warmth

                     of amber     burnt

                               sienna       scarlet

 

                                             gather them into your arms

 

            to keep the fire

                      from being buried

                                 beneath the ice

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

awww this was absolutely delightful especially the first 7 lines

fantastic

:)

[lee von cleef]

This should win the autumn description, sienna and scarlet, like two wedding bands,they just cup each other into a warm hug, Wow great!

[zainul]

The poem pleases my eyes as it moves spirally up and down.
The following stanza appears so lovely:

"or, hibernate inside

a world of autumn

for the winter"

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Wow this is a breath taking piece written with eloquence!

[Speak in Silence]

this is beautiful!

[Luke Ritta]

stunning work!

[Kaitlyn Stone]

Thanks! :)

[Chris]

This left a smile... and several quiet flows of thoughts.

[Kaitlyn Stone]

Glad you like :)

[Chris]

I've seen many views from mountainsides and within "Snow Globes"... and your voice bespoke of both.

[Emily B]

this is gorgeous

[Kaitlyn Stone]

Thank you!

[Kristopher d. Taylor]

Youve taken something that, in prose, would only being a sentence or two, and turned it into an entire poem, i applaud you, not only because of that but also because it was good! I love the flow visually and literally. I used to live in st. petersburg, have you been to the dali museum there? its quite wonderful, and also there is this bar, i cant recall the name, but kerouac had his last drink there, a really unique place.

[Kaitlyn Stone]

Thank you! This piece was inspired by my annual trips to North Carolina...in the autumn of course. And yes, I've been to both the Dali museums...are you talking of the old one or the new one? I'm not sure which bar you're talking about but if you find out the name, I'm sure I've at least seen it before, as I'm out and about downtown almost every weekend.