Curried carrot soup in the crock pot
Peach berry crisp bubbling in the oven
This is my morning
Its sixty four degrees and perfect weather
To watch the geese come in
For a spectacular landing over the pond
But that is not where my heart is
I am blind as autumn guides me through
The rituals of raking and baking
Buying squash at the market
Pinching off the mums that are wilting
Because I don’t have enough sun in my yard
I don’t have enough sun in my life
It is all a facade when there are no
Mouths to feed and no laughter kicking
Up the leaves
That was my yesterday
Little jean jackets, mischievous smiles
I brace myself for the cold
That never fails to surprise me
Half way through October
Even though it’s never left
Since you did
~
It’s Open Link Night at dVerse , an opportunity to share anything, but when Marina Sofia mentioned Fall, this one evolved quickly.
mishunderstood 
No words to say.
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oh without them the world does feel colder…nice slip in there in the end on that…you let us associate with the weather before making it personal…well played…
Thank you, brian.
I love this and your photos are stunning…we are blessed with unusually warm weather yet again for the 5th day, 25C (77F) with a glowing sun, the air is teasing us with missing summer…soon enough but in the meantime enjoying sitting in the park in a T-shirt admiring burst of autumn colours:)
Enjoy it while it lasts. 🙂
Thanks for your comments.
i so feel you… my son moved out a year ago…both daughters a few weeks ago.. it’s great to see how they find their own way but the house is def. ghostly quiet at times… sigh
I can only follow that with another sigh…..
Ah.. I don’t have any children – but I can so see the change with friends who have children leaving.. Somehow that facade is something that I have seen too.
It is really is life changing. Nice that you can appreciate what they are going through.
Wow, so powerful. My kids are very young, but I know I will experience this feeling one day…
Yes you will. There are so many positives that go with it, but a major part of the parenting journey is over. Enjoy every moment with your little ones! I find that we keep looking forward to the “next step” in their development but we really need to treasure the “nows”. 🙂
Oh I know what you mean..it sometimes feels like it was another world, a century ago. Planning something to look forward to helps, plus being busy. I imagine our grandparents felt the same when our parents moved out on their own..and so on…I still make the traditional soups and special breads but need too invite a friend or neighbor to share them …otherwise it’s feels all the more empty 😉
Yes…everyone loves a good soup!! Easy to share. 😉
You have definitely characterized autumn well. And you have me hungry now for curried carrot soup and peach berry crisp. I was finding all of your images right on target, enjoying, and then I came to the ending which took the poem in a different direction. I liked the unexpected ending, as poetry really should have the element of surprise…which yours did!
Thank you, Mary. 🙂
I like this poem a lot! How you mixed the images of your everyday life with those of the changing outside world and the closing lines which throw a different light on the whole poem.
Thanks so much, Gabriella! 🙂
i never had the joy of having surviving children..but i finally learned i can at least make children happy..and see those mischievous smiles and laughter when i dance freely everywhere i go as a rather FBI looking male instead of laughing clown..
It is the surprises in life that make it beautiful..and the life and laughter and mischievous smiles of those children must still live in you..if they live in me..
Never letting the child go inside us..
Is the answer to never ever growing old..
As the spirit of the child never must grow old no matter sags or wrinkles of skin that houses..
THAT GLOW..:) YES..:)! life can be an October or December JOY too! Just dance..and see what happens..if you don’t already do..;)
Thank you misunderstood for for coming by my blog. Autumn is my favorite time of year. And you have created it beautifully. Seasons change. I truly hope that your sadness can change with the seasons.
It is hard at first, but you find, after a while, that they never really leave – they are always present; their presence just changes. Life’s richness is still with you. :^)
Thank you, Sig, for your beautiful comments.