Poetry Sunday-To Slumber

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To Slumber

 

 

Storm clouds race against the steely sky,

Highlighting the stark contrast of

Weary and worn leaves,

Dried and mature-coopery colors of age.

Stretching, straining to hold on

Before winter calls them to slumber,

Brown and tattered mere memories.

 

 

 © Donna Donabella 2015

 

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In late October and early November, I watch dark clouds fly across the sky contrasting against the almost leafless trees.  It is an amazing sight that I never tire of.  This year the autumn skies have lingered long into November.

 

 

 

I am joining in with Poets United for their weekly poetry link up for poets who blog.  Visit them to read some more wonderful verse.

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I am also linking in with the I Heart Macro meme hosted by Laura@Shine The Divine that happens every Saturday, with Judith@Lavender Cottage who hosts Mosaic Monday, and with Wordless Wednesday (on Tuesday) photo linkup party at image-in-ing.

 

And I am joining in another wonderful meme at  A Spirit of Simplicity.  It is called Tuesday Afternoon where Kara celebrates a nice slow day in a busy week.  Check out her blog and the meme on Tuesday.

 

 

If you enjoy reading this blog, I welcome you to share it with others. I enjoy spreading the blog love, and I appreciate all who come and read my blogs. 

 

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Special Note:  The pictures were taken in my garden this year at the end of October and beginning of November.

 

 

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I leave you with a few additional words about Autumn leaves in their final slumber.  I welcome you to download the photo and share it.

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All other photos and original content is copyrighted and the sole property of Donna Donabella @ Living From Happiness, 2014-2015.  Any reprints or use of other photos or content is by permission only.

63 Replies to “Poetry Sunday-To Slumber”

  1. Before winter calls them to slumber,
    Brown and tattered mere memories.

    So beautiful in words and image 😀 love the gentleness of this poem.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

  2. The photograph is beautiful and drew me completely into this wonderful poem..weary and worn leaves…such a powerful metaphor…perhaps when they fall it is a relief of sorts..a transition and renewal

  3. Oh, your poem expresses this time of year so very well. We still have a few ‘weary and worn leaves’ here reminding us of what once was. But even the most tenacious of these will be called to slumber soon!

  4. ah, autumn is the time i can only enjoy in the poems and photos on the internet. 🙂
    the last two lines end the poem perfectly. so strong, and so true.

    1. The beauty of the internet and the delight when poetry creates an image for those who can experience what the poet sees….bliss! Thank you for this wonderful comment.

  5. The thought of those weary leaves holding on is a really special image of this time of the year… Wonderful thought. But the slumber is something I really feel this time of year.

  6. autumn fall the wearied ones called to slumber; a beautiful statement of transition, have a Blessed Sunday Donna, im happy you dropped in at my Sunday Lime

    much love…

  7. What a gorgeous sky in your top photo – and the golden yellow trees are spectacular.. Wowzers! I enjoyed your poem – I have a whole new appreciation for brown dead leaves on the ground, for I learned they provide the breeding ground for butterfly larvae….cool, hey? David Suzuki says not to rake them but leave them where they fall. Works for me, LOL.

    1. Isn’t it incredible the life found under those brown leaves…we do not rake or remove them either as many insects overwinter here…and then in spring, they are food for newly arriving song birds and start the cycle of life again for more insects to be born!

  8. You have captured the lingering falls days. We have been lucky with warmer than normal temps for this time of year. The photos are lovely.

  9. Oh how I like this photograph! I truly love the aki no sora – sky of autumn – from early dawn to dark of night. Perfect poem for this photograph. a bit of wistful sadness at the passing of the seasons.

  10. So delightful although of course the tree survives the winter only because it doesn’t have to sustain those leaves which would sap her strength.

  11. Your photos are always whatever the opposite of tiresome is.
    Just energizing and engaging.
    I love the skies…..thanks for sharing your Autumn skies.
    The color is beyond beautiful.
    Love your words and how you string them together so beautifully:)
    -Jennifer

  12. Perfect pictures and fine capture of the contrasts in your poem! I like the idea of a storm heightening vision instead of just taking the last of the leaves down.

  13. Good morning, your poem is very fitting for this time of the years. Our leaves our dropping quickly now but the skies have been beautiful. Lovely images and mosaic!

    Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family.

    Happy Monday, enjoy your new week!

  14. I think of Autumn as that later time in life time of mature knowing, as an epiphany and perhaps the fullness of wisdom. You capture it well with your words and photos,

    Elizabeth

  15. Donna, your poem is beautiful, and the pictures are wonderful. I don’t get those sights here, so thank you. Your pictures are so gorgeous.

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