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Southern Fall

The last rose shivers on rose bush row,
Ivy green clings bravely to the vine,

The newborn tippity-tap of babies toes

Are now the sure footed steps of the grown.  

The swallows flew south this morning,

The Canadian geese pass overhead,

Animals who burrow in tree and ground

Are lining nests and making their beds.  

Lacy canopies of russet and gold,

Line the bridle paths winding below,

Leaves dance in breeze blown cold

Twirling, swirling red, gold and orange.  

Sunrise glitters on frosted ground,

Fall in the South shows off so well

Like lovely ladies determined to impress.

Though sundown brings a deeper chill.

Mums hold aloft petaled heads,

Pansies wink their purple eyes,

Shrubbery stands erect in flower beds,

Heralds that the summer’s done.  

Stews and soups bubble on the stove,

Families gather in their cozy lairs,

In the orchards and the groves,

Pickers pluck apple trees completely bare.  

Hayrides delight the young and old,

No better season of life I know,

A time when the air seems so bold

Fall falls gracefully on my Southern home.    

       -d.f.a.v. 11/11/12

Enjoy your fall season!

—Donna

Originally published here 11/11/12.

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Fall’s Blessings

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Fall arrives in crimson cloak
Her hands hold frost and nip the leaves
Seeds and bulbs pull up their earthy blankets
Apple cider simmers on the stove.
Pumpkins plump become dessert.
God blessed the harvest and gratitude abounds.
Wagons scatters hay coming in from the fields
And prayers are lifted as the church bells peal.

Squirrels and humans gather provisions
Store away walnuts, pecans and sunflower seeds.
Fields are turned for winter respite,
Last of Mama’s canning is finally done.
High school football on Friday nights,
Storm windows replace the window screens
Gutters receive a good out – cleaning
God looks to Earth pleased with what He’s seeing.

Autumn bursts alive in brilliant color
The woods near ’bout a fireworks display.
Plans are made for journeys home this Thanksgiving
Christmas and winter not far away.
Layered clothing and rugged apparel.
Children pray for the first snowfall.
Crackling fires and toasted marshmallows
Sun seems more a faded yellow.

Seasons arrive then slip away
Winter soon will waltz right in
Followed close by Spring then Summer
And God grant us time we’ll see Fall again.
This Autumn night with full new moon
I tuck away in a prayer in solitude.
God grants us days, nights and seasons
And He alone knows His reasons.
               d.f.a.v.   11/16/14
—Donna

Autumn Window

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The old stone wall stood tall
One of four a home that was
It’s history gives the passer – by
A quiet, gentle, insistent call
“Come home! Come home!”

The roof long gone decades ago
Weather and wear still hardly show
It promises passage to another land
It draws you, calls you, don’t say no,
“Come home! Come home! ”

The questions in your heart rise
Why abandoned does this place be?
It’s stone foundation and walls
Having withstood the winds and sorrows cries.
View through arched window, “Come home”.

The window ledge by breeze swept clean
You lean against it, peer through the canopy
Of crimson leaves a lacy veil
The peaceful treasure gold, bronze, orange is seen
To see this autumn window view “Come home.”

The air invigorates the windows view
Your feet now stand where others stood
Someone who built a home to last
Of them now these walls your only clue,
“Come home each season see them pass.”

The house has stood a test of time
Though roof is gone and none live here still
The window it’s sights longs to share
Seasons passage views so often fine,
You hear the call, “Come home! Stay home!”
                  d.f.a.v. 10/22/14
—Donna

Southern Fall


The last rose shivers on rose bush row

Ivy green clings bravely to the vine

The newborn tippity-tap of babies toes

Are now the sure footed steps of the grown.

The swallows flew south this morning

The Canadian geese pass overhead

Animals who burrow in tree and ground

Are lining nests and making their beds.

Lacy canopies of russet and gold

Line the bridle paths winding below

Leaves dance in breeze blown cold

Twirling, swirling red, gold and orange.

Sunrise glitters on frosted ground

Fall in the South shows off so well

Like lovely ladies determined to impress

Though sundown brings a deeper chill.

Mums hold aloft petaled heads

Pansies wink their purple eyes

Shrubbery stands erect in flower beds

Heralds that the summer’s done.

Stews and soups bubble on the stove

Families gather in their cozy lairs

In the orchards and the groves

Pickers pluck apple trees completely bare.

Hayrides delight the young and old

No better season of life I know

A time when the air seems so bold

Fall falls gracefully on my Southern home.

        -d.f.a.v. 11/11/12

Enjoy your fall season!

–Faye