Deep Autumn
Cool fingers tickle stubbled fields, whose grasses are rolled,
stacked, and stored, escaping Deep Autumn's boisterous frisking.
Wrapped within a red knit scarf, wooly and warm,
I dally upon Grandmother's old stone wall,
languish in heavy, slanted, amber rays,
like a barn cat, content.
Thoughts of seasonal chores, forgotten,
while contentment spirals, settles deep within.
by Margaret Bednar, 11-13-2012
This is for Friday Flash 55 which I will link with on this Thursday after 8pm
I'm also linked with Rural Thursday #143. It is a place where information and photos are shared about what's currently happening in and around rural/country/farm homes. I hope this fits in with the prompt.
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| Photo courtesy of my daughter |
sweet!
ReplyDelete"escaping Deep Autumn's boisterous frisking"..terrific line. I'm so there in this poem with or without the photos which are splendid as well. I trust you make a living writing and/or taking photographs.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully expressed words ... and the pictures are great :-)
ReplyDeleteLove the photos...I miss fall in the country. Beautiful poem too!
ReplyDeleteRebelle!! You made my day. No, not a penny but your words are with a million bucks :). Thank you
ReplyDeleteI love these Autumnal scenes. They continue to inspire you to beautiful poetry this season, Margaret.
ReplyDeletesmiles...a peaceful moment there on the wall...bet it feels good to lay there as well...something hard and stable underneath...some cool textures in this margaret...
ReplyDeleteI love how you make a pile of hay look so artistic!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem and photos!
ReplyDeleteVisiting from a rural journal. I'm your newest follower. I love art, too. Have a great rest of the week and weekend!
ReplyDeleteI can feel the contentment settle here in this deep autumn. Just lovely.
ReplyDeleteNeat country photos! The second picture is my favorite. I am a fan of B&W cats.
ReplyDeleteThe sentiment here is relaxing. I can almost smell the autumn air!
ReplyDeleteOh, and happy birthday!!
ReplyDeleteI like how you changed the 'I' in this- away from self to daughter!
ReplyDeleteand yes lying in the warm sun is "MAHVELOUS" this time of year! thanks-
Lovely poem. These are the picture of contentment.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I agree with ReBelle's comment too.
You do take some truly wonderful photographs.
Hope your birthday meal and treat was superb :) Happy Birthday for whenever it was/is.
I love that picture of the hay stored. It's a beautiful thing, as is your poem. I want your wooly, warm knit scarf!
ReplyDeleteYou capture the sense of how golden sun can be in Autumn, Margaret. I love the cat on the haybale, monarch of the barn.
ReplyDeleteInteresting imagery in the words, and of course lovely fall pics to go with them. (I love fall!)
ReplyDeleteMargaret Bednar...
ReplyDeleteYou make Hallmark look like 1st graders!
Loved your beautiful pics and perfect text.
Loved your Autumnal 55
Thanks for playing, thanks for sharing your brilliance, and have a Kick Ass Week-End.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Beautifully captures the "season of mists and mellow fruitfulness"
ReplyDeleteThat's Autumn for you, wrapped up in a nutshell.
ReplyDeleteGreat pictures, I truly love the autumn picture of the barn where the hay were stacked Gorgeous and your words...bring such contentment and peace. Thank you so much for sharing, Margaret.
ReplyDeleteMine is here
Have you a TRULY BLESSED SUNDAY and a WONDERFUL THANKSGIVING!!!
hugs
shakira
Margaret,
ReplyDeleteWas asked to do a write up on 55s for Nain Rouge mag...(G referenced the mag in his post the other day) would like to include yours (with credit of course). If interested, please email me ASAP so I can work it in.
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The photos are WONderful, Margaret!
ReplyDeleteWhat a warm, gentle 55,
ReplyDeleteit sounds wonderful!
ReplyDelete♥