By Joyce Jacobo
[Author’s Note: Yet another Autumn-themed poem, but I’m just looking forward to Autumn so much. However, even now, certain flavors and special little twists of the season have started to appear. What are your favorite treats of the season?]
Spices waft through the crisp air
like promises of change—
cinnamon
pumpkin
ginger
while tree leaves shift their fashions
to maple syrup hues
right before they
drop down
and perform rustling melodies
in bunches
across the ground
To further the transformation
corn mazes grow tall
pumpkins show off carved grimaces
and people assume disguises
for spooky magical occasions
But what I love best of all
are the fantastic stories spun by expert weavers—
such as those found around great bonfires
where people dance and apple cider flows as freely
as accounts of phantoms
monsters
and other mysterious forces
Memories from the past
intermingle with legends from centuries ago
which together pass between generations
. . . much like the ending of one chapter in life
and the beginning of the next
A lovely poem Joyce
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Thank you so much.
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You’re welcome
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Wonderful poem, Joyce. Autumn is my favorite season. I love pumpkin spice on just about everything during fall.💕
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Ooooh, I agree! Pumpkin spice is delightful.
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💕
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What don’t I love about the Autumn? Absolutely everything! 😄
Your poem is fitting to the theme and together with the picture… I am just dreaming away 😌
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Autumn is great, and I’m glad this piece carried along some of that enthusiasm. The change in seasons will be here by this time next month. It’s exciting!!!
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So lovely, you’ve sparked this flame: I’ve lit this cinnamon candle and realize it is the last one.
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Awwww, it makes for a wonderful memory, though. And there is always time for another cinnamon candle or two. ^_^
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