Friday, October 28, 2022

Autumn Joy

 Autumn is my favorite time of year. The scorching sun settles down, each day becomes a little easier, and the crisp nights are refreshing. So here, without further ado, is some autumn joy for you!

The poem below came to me via The Writer's Almanac. Barbara Crooker is new to me, but I will surely be looking for more of her poetry. 

And Now it's October

the golden hour of the clock of the year. Everything that can run
to fruit has already done so: round apples, oval plums, bottom-heavy
pears, black walnuts and hickory nuts annealed in their shells,
the woodchuck with his overcoat of fat. Flowers that were once bright
as a box of crayons are now seed heads and thistle down. All the feathery
grasses shine in the slanted light... 

- by Barbara Crooker from Small Rain
find the rest of this poem here.

I can't pass October without celebrating pumpkins. I find them is so compelling. 

Oh, that Jack-O!

Of all the pumpkins in the patch
This one called "Choose ME!"
Tough and bright and jaunty
Bold as it could be

As soon as I cut two eyes and mouth
Seemed Jack-O almost snickered
And I'm sure that rascal winked at me
Each time the candle flickered

© Karen Eastlund

Autumn is beautiful in New Jersey. The colors are still peaking (peeking) and each day I'm thankful for this gorgeous splash of color.

I hope this time of year is lovely where you live also.

Don't miss the Poetry Friday gathering, this week hosted by Jone Rush MacCulloch.  Click the blue link to find more poetry posts:  Jone   Thanks for hosting, Jone!

Friday, October 14, 2022

Wonderful Webs...

 It's almost Halloween, and spooky spiders come to mind. 

I'm somewhat fascinated with spiders and their webs, and I wish I could make something so beautiful overnight.  Just look at these webs.

Thanks to Petra at Pixabay

Thanks to Albrecht Fietz at Pixabay

Thanks to Michael Reichelt at Pixabay

I once found one of these webs with the zigzag pattern just outside a window. I took my entire class of 4-year-olds to see it, even though the window happened to be in the men's bathroom at our church. (Funny, I don't remember how I saw it there. Weird.) Anyway, the spider itself is cool, but the zigzags add another point of interest and mystery. 

I wrote this short poem to a spider web photo posted at Margaret Simon's blog. Thanks, Margaret!  

That moment when...

Around a corner
You snare my face
Such sticky lace
A maze in place
Around a corner

-- Karen Eastlund

Poetry Friday is hosted today by the amazing Matt Forrest Esenwine at Radio, Rhythm & Rhyme
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