a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Sunday, October 5, 2014

55 for Toads...

Autumn paints cool October mornings
Brushing the leaves
Mixing the palette of primary colors
Smearing them with delight
Creating colors we only see in fall
Autumn knows we mourn
The colors of summer
Applying her brush heavily
She paints
For us
When Winter arrives
With gray white cold
We’ll need those colors
In our heart
For Toads

11 comments:

ZQ said...

That is wonderful. Thanks.
ZQ

T. Powell Coltrin said...

Boy will I need the memory in my heart. Great use of words Gail.

Bethany Carson said...

Beautiful and true!

LindaG said...

Wonderful post, Gail. :-)

brudberg said...

I must say that's precisely my sentiment.. Fall is good to us with those colors.

Susie Clevenger said...

Yes, autumn is such a beautiful gift of colors. I love this piece!

Preeti S. said...

So beautiful. I enjoyed reading this. :)

MadSnapper said...

or you can move to Florida and see the colors all year long.. looking for Scotty now... it is a beautiful poem and is oh so true for those of you living where the cold comes calling

Magaly Guerrero said...

"Autumn knows we mourn
The colors of summer"

That should be the title of a painting!

Love it. ♥

Carrie Van Horn said...

You have painted a beautiful canvas of colors here Gail. Autumn certainly is a season to carry in our heart through all the others.

Susan Anderson said...

Autumn is so good at helping us transition to winter.

=)

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