Roses are red,
Shadows are blue,
Summer is fading,
It’s sad but true.
Acorns are falling,
Leaves are still green,
The season is poised,
For changes unseen.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
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Lovely poem. We are getting my cool temps and lots of thunderstorms and rain.
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Thanks! Today was a glorious sunny, cool day here.
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And so it goes,
Its spring for me,
I can tell by the blossom
And green of the trees 🙂
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Ah, if only it were always spring. I guess it’s always spring somewhere. Perhaps the answer is to be a nomad. 🙂 Enjoy your spring, my distant friend. Hugs, Brenda
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Thanks, though of all the seasons, Autumn is my favourite 🙂
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Autumn is my favorite, too, but Spring is so special, winter is over and summer is coming. Autumn is so lovely here when the leaves change. Halloween happens. Thanksgiving is yum. It’s a great season. But the ending of summer is always bittersweet.
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Something I do miss, here many trees and shrubs are evergreen so there is not the same change that I recall from England, one ambition of mine, is to see New England in Autumn..
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If you ever come, we must have dinner together. 🙂
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Sounds like a reasonable plan 🙂
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Brenda, your words provide a beautiful and magical song…and the image is so very magical…I love it all! Hugs!
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Wendell, Thank you! I love fall, but it’s a love for the bittersweet moments of reflection, a love for the changes life brings. 🙂 Hugs. Brenda
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Very nice 🙂
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Thank you! You reply was lost in the spam, but I found it. 🙂
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Acorns are falling is right! Not used to sweeping a driveway so much. GAH. Happy Fall!
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Happy Fall! My neighbor has dents in her car from the acorns hitting. She said the pings wake her at night. 🙂
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One fell on my hand the other day. Super ouch. And where there are acorns, there are squirrels. It’s like an army up in that tree.
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Ouch! I had an acorn hit my head once, and I swear a squirrel was laughing somewhere behind all those leaves.
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Lovely!
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Great post…Thanks for sharing your post and following me at Confessional Poetry. I have moved please check out my new blog at
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Ann, I love your writing, and I love your new story about Cotton. 🙂
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I’m poised for those changes, unseen, too! 🙂
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Those are the best kind! 🙂
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Yes! 🙂
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love it!
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Yeah!
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Love the contrast of the red and blue, and your new version of this old verse.
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I’m glad you like my reframing an old childhood favorite. 🙂 I remember endless versions of this from my elementary school days. 🙂
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Yes, it has always been fun to play with.
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I love this 🙂
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Thanks!
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
GOOD ROLLICKING RHYME!
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It is for sure and it is sad to see our flowers go! Still one more show left though! This is beautiful! 💗💗
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Summers fly by and the winter seems to drag despite the days of winter being shorter. It’s funny. 🙂
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Yu are right about that! I think because the days are shorter! Good point
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You captured the essence of one season slowly blending into the next….
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Thanks! I like the times of change, they seem magical. 🙂
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Love it! Red roses are my favourite!
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Yeah! I love them, too. 🙂
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