Green leaves entrance,
make my feet dance
down pathways
through wildflowers
into secret glades,
surrounded by
silent sentinels:
pine, oak and spruce.
The hum of crickets
finds me where I hide
but no other person does.
In that loud silence,
full of ducks quacking,
geese honking,
bees buzzing,
and mosquitoes hunting,
one yellow leaf falls.
Even the crickets pause
in shocked wonder.
Clouds thicken and churn,
rain slashes and dashes,
the sky’s anger interconnected,
a reflection of us all.
The coming of autumn
is part of summer,
as sunset is part of day.
Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham
31 thoughts on “Green Magic”
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The trees as sentinels keep watch as you enter nature in all its glory, Brenda. Yes to green and hold on to warmth, sunshine, full sturgeon moon and slow down. One yellow leaf but not any big leaf piles . . . Yet! 🙂
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Yes to green! I like that. The full moon has been inspiring.
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I had dome time with grandsons and although hated to not head North yo Mom, I was content with texts and photos if her progress. Oldest daughter had me watching Sky snd Micah. We went to pool during day and into the night to see the large looming moon. I told them about if my Dad were around how they would have Bern out on a rowboat, lantern turned off in middle of Lake Erie checking out the Full Sturgeon Moon. We then had to look up what this large fish looks like! 🙂
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Wonderful memories! What a great idea for really seeing the night sky.
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Such a peaceful feel to the words and your photo Brenda. I really liked it 🙂
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Thanks!!
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I got the sense of beautiful solitude but surrounded by nature. You’re not really alone then, but can find such solace. Beautiful.
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Life is everywhere. It’s a beautiful truth. I’ll think about your email. I am doomed to have to go to the RMV. Until that is done, I can’t think about new ventures. 🙂
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You should think of it in line at the RMV!
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All set! It should be on its way. 🙂
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Today the promise of autumn is in the air and your poem was the perfect reminder that the promise will indeed be kept.
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I’m always so sad when I see the first yellow leaf fall. The nights are cooling way down here. Thanks for your comment!
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More glades.
Delightful.
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Thanks!
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How cool! Trees as the tranquil guardians of the forest!
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I love our forests. They are so beautiful and full of life.
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Yeah, all that lush green & peaceful sceneries. *A* //sigh
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time seems to fly by…lovely words, Brenda.
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I can’t believe it’s the end of August!
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beautiful, brenda, and yes, it is coming….
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But summer is still here. Mostly. 🙂
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Gosh this has me at a loss for words. The way you paint images and portray the end of summer is majestic. Really loved this poem.
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Thanks! I’ve been staying with my parents, who are in their 70’s, and it made me think of how interconnected we all are to each other and the earth itself. The thought of my parent’s autumn makes me feel angry and helpless, but joyful, too. It’s a mystery. Thanks for commenting.
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That’s really cool. Hope your time with them continues to be swell!
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I like your coffee poem. It read like a riddle, what is the subject… ah.
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Yes I agree enchanted is a great way to describe it!
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Thank you!
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I love this. There are too many parts to write down all my favorite words but it’s truly wonderful. One of my favorites. Every line draws me in. Bravo.
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Yeah! What a great comment, Gigi, thank you! XOXO
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This is enchanted!
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Thank you!!
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