autumn

Autumnal Equinox

AUTUMNAL EQUINOX

The page has turned to pumpkin spice this-or-that, yet my feet take me to where my mind wanders when the long hot days shorten into crisp night air. Strolling through markets and malls, my eyes dance over the wares, my fingers lingering on the flannels and fleece that forecast the days to come. Items are added to my virtual list for the nice, and even the naughty (they are not exempt from Mrs. C’s list). My mind’s eye sees the wrapping and ribbons, and tags printed just so. Delivering these items to family and friends is a joy, but the planning and anticipation is a journey that feeds my soul.

fall window shopping
puts extra pep in my step
-ping toward Christmas

2017-09-28
P. Wanken

 Shared at Poetic Asides and Poems of Garden Gnomes

Long Grove Days

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LONG GROVE DAYS

I close my eyes and my feet take me over the covered bridge and down the middle of town, among rustling leaves, past the perennial pumpkin patch photo spots and cider mill, where I smell spices mulling and their famous apple treats, baking. The air is crisp; wearing a sweater, along with having the sun on my face, is enough to stave off the cold. Children at play are everywhere. I hear their excited voices as they anticipate the candy they’ll consume after trick-or-treating has finished and darkness falls on this idyllic street. I open my eyes and see palm trees and flowering bushes, yet the time spent with friends in Long Grove is burned into my memory.

miles may separate
people from friends and places,
not their memories

2015-10-16
P. Wanken

(love & miss you JLG!)

Shared at Phoenix Rising

This Year’s Autumnal Equinox

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THIS YEAR’S AUTUMNAL EQUINOX

Autumn leaves
me feeling wistful,
wishing for
warm sunshine
and the fresh crisp air I knew
from my days of youth.

We knew the
days were shortening
and that the
snow would soon
fly through the skies; the colors
of fall would leave us.

This meant we
played while the sun shone,
we raked leaves
into piles
for fun and bonfires…we would
always want some more.

Living now
in the South, where leaves
remain green,
Autumn is
just another day on the
calendar to me.

2015-09-23
P. Wanken

Shared at Phoenix Rising