The Leaves & Arrivals Autumn Word Jam

[Doreen Peri]

Welcome to "The Leaves & Arrivals Autumn Word Jam."
Oct. 2008

And so it is autumn.
Summer departs with a sigh,
leaving remembrances
in light rays. Autumn brings
a breeze, a cool touch on
face and skin, brilliant hues,
and the proof that the
earth still turns on its axis.

Tell us your autumn stories!
Post your fall verse, decorate
these pages with your seasonal
transition! Share with us your
hearts, your visions, relay this
season's sun and autumn wind.

Let the Jam begin!

[judih]

my jam starts with a wish
a full-throated fallbird song
leaping over freshly furrowed fields
ready for autumn seed

a jam hope that fall will fall
leaving a heatwave breathlessly behind
walking tall over distant inclines
inclinations towards wintry dark eves

a small autumn moment
grabbing friends
for dates and poetry
drinking coffee to stave off winter chill

[Doreen Peri]

oh what a beautiful wish,
a kiss of hope, an acorn
soon to grow into a tree,
a seed sown, an embrace,
a trace of warmth from sun,
a poetry date!

my autumn dream,
a moonbeam chance
at evolving love,
night chill erased
when two unite

[judih]

love is hot
blankets tossed aside
heat of legs, like a furnace
toasting october into november scorpio fire
hot autumn all night long

[Doreen Peri]

today i will walk by the river,
camera and journal to record
the day
i wonder what the warblers
have to say
perhaps they
have a new song
can you imagine coordinating
the timing of a migration?
how long
would it take?

[Dave The Dov]

out in my backyard
getting pics
of the fall scenery
as it changes over
soon it will be all gone
lovely colors to remember
red
yellow
orange
behold the beauty of fall

[Doreen Peri]

up the lazy river
there's a couple
falling in love

it's good time
to fall,
fall

[minfin]

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may i just add e e cummings . . .? . . . my favorite seasonal poet.

[Doreen Peri]

oh yeah!
do the e. e. cummings jam, man!
he was awesome!

......
i have a question.
if a leaf falls in your backyard
and there is nobody to hear it fall
or see it fall,
does that mean
you don't have to rake it up?

.....
i have another question.
where have all the poets gone?
long time passing?

oh i know!
it's a LEAVE jam!
they all left.

lol

[Lightning Rod]

the leaf had a part-time job
seasonal work, no benefits
the leaf was a model of green energy
enabler to the tree, sugar from the sun

the leaf graduated with a degree
PhD, doctor of photosynthesis
top of his tree
before the earth tipped on its axis

In September the leaf started thinking
about a pension plan, on yellow paper
then with gray sere edges he withered
with no severance pay he drifted

his golden parachute
fluttered spent to the ground
raked with no gold watch
economic compost in joyous decay

[Doreen Peri]

Leaf me alone, she said.
Gotta branch out.
These are trunked up charges.
I'm rooting for you!

And when the moon was full
the dog barked up the wrong tree.
So be it. Another day of mystery.

[judih]

when i leave, you'll know it
you'll know by the empty sound of no leaf rustling

[Dave The Dov]

They fall regardless if anybody there
pile up I rake
then I mulch
the cycle is endless
but it's apart of life

[Arcadia]

the poets are dreaming and living
let´s call the weatherman!
(I know, it´s a bad joke!)
stormy, grey & light-green,
the landscape from my window
rain & wind sound

[Arcadia]

peter is not a weatherman but he speaks about meterorology here, listen!

www.petercowlam.me.uk/poems/newsagency.mp3

pestilence is a strong word
maybe is too much, who knows
it made me stop & think
I discovered latelaty
that my blood pressure is near 11-16
in storm days
so I´m in the process to gave up salt
& maybe start taichi
everything changes,
our bodies too
(damn father-side-of-the-family gene-pool! )