Crimson maple trees line dormant fields;
their vibrant leaves release in soft autumn breezes,
scattering onto somber ground.
Goldenrods wave enthusiastically
in the crisp autumn winds,
greeting regal aspens
showy in their matching yellow foliage.
Vacant summer homes sit
as hostile witnesses;
cold wind gusts
beat upon their hollow cores,
foretelling the inevitable.
dVerse Poetics: Fall (in) love hosted by Punam
JJJ Interactive Books 
Beautiful poetry 🌺🌺
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your writing is superb Jennifer! 🙂
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Thank you, Carol Anne! 😊
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Indeed… the vacant summer houses are real reminders.
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Thank you, Björn! 😊
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Beautiful, I liked your second stanza,
“Goldenrods wave enthusiastically
in the crisp autumn winds,
greeting regal aspens
showy in their matching yellow foliage.”
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You’re welcome.
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beautiful photo along with beautiful words. the goldenrod is exceptionally showy this year in Ohio as well.
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I love the strong colours in your poem, Jennifer, and the sound in the sibilant ‘scattering onto somber ground’. I think ‘vacant summer homes’ and, here on the North Norfolk coast the empty B&Bs, are very sad.
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Thank you, Kim! 😊
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You’re welcome, Jennifer!
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What a lovely picture you have painted, Jennifer! ❣️
Vacant summer homes would be hostile for sure!
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Thank you, Punam! 😊
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Powerful mood and feeling injected into what at first reads like beautiful autumnal poetry…the vacant houses taking on an eerie, doomed feeling..well done.
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