…
Let the eye enlarge
with all it beholds.
I want to celebrate color,
how one red leaf flickers
like a match held to a dry branch,
and the whole world goes up
in orange and gold.
~ Linda Pastan, from “Autumn” in Carnival Evening, New & Selected Poems 1968-1998
Notes: Poem Source: Thank you Beth @ Alive on All Channels. Photo: via The Sensual Starfish
Your words bring back vivid memories of Autumn from my childhood. Thank you for sharing.
So love these words too!
Precisely!
beautiful – autumn is my favorite and i love this )
We’re all with you. Couldn’t imagine living in tropics in October.
Correct me if I’m wrong…
Poets have not written more about any season of the year than they have about Autumn.
Yes. Sawsan. We know YOU poet own Autumn. All you.
Smiling…
“I want to celebrate colour”……beautiful
Yes..:
celebrating liquid sunshine. The colour made my day. Happy Canadian Thanksgiving, Dave. Perpetua
So glad. Happy Thanksgiving Perpetua.
Love this. Beautiful.
‘Rise and bid me strike a match and strike another till time catch’ quote from Yeats came to mind after reading this beautiful piece. Something about matches makes me feel hopeful, albeit the small light it gives – it holds a bigger appeal to me than fire. just as autumn holds a bigger appeal to me than summer heat
Beautiful. A match strike does evoke hope, light…
Your thought reminds me of another snippet that moved me this morning:
The whisper of autumn in the maples Was pleading: “Die with me…”
— Anna Akhmatova, from The Song of the Last Meeting
“Ohhh…” I literally cooed aloud after reading the “die with me…” line. Such wistfulness and such sadness blended together… I’ve yust stayed in all day because a very strong typhoon hit Hong Kong. Your reminder just made my day after being a hermit since waking up.
Ahhh, what a beautiful comment. And ‘cooed’. So loved that!
glorious photo.