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Even though we had a light snowfall this week, there are still many leaves to shuffle through as we walk down a street or sidewalk, as friends and I did in Paris, Ontario, this past Sunday. Fall, or autumn, as it's also called, takes us from summer to winter in a relatively short space of time, it seems. And so, as I think of the leaves, I'll share this poem I wrote in a poetry challenge with Poetic Bloomings Leaf Falls Softly No imprint when you land on grass and sidewalk or when blown about by wind and sodden by rain there’s a forgiving softness in your landing a hush before winter’s coming The only time you make a sound is crunching crispy under people’s feet and children’s play in piles of leaves. Enjoy the colours, the sound of leaves and pull out your warm jackets, hats and mittens. Boots too. Enjoy the outdoors as you're able.  Announcing my poetry collection, Travelling Light . A light-hearted look a...

Are you enjoying summer? Eating fresh fruits and vegetables and getting enough sun. Just not too much to get a burn. That's good, since autumn follows and not far behind either. Let's enjoy the sunshine. My poem for today is about the season that follows. Read it and I hope you'll recognize how it starts to show up. Autumn Autumn weaves itself into summer nights ushers in cool air the first chance it gets           changes greens to splendid reds and yellows          nips the roses still in bud          steals kisses from the sun Autumn whispers to migrating birds encourages squirrels to fill their homes with food Autumn slips in so skillfully that it’s hard to tell just when summer ends and autumn begins

Autumn brings with it the smell of a changing season, leaves turning colour and falling to the ground. One of my favourite poems is "Indian Summer" by William Wilfred Campbell. In grade school we did memory work and  this was one I remembered easily. I've always liked the pictures it evokes and the rhythm of the lines. Along the line of smoky hills The crimson forest stands... Read more here . Now I'll share my own poem that speaks of the season: Autumn Autumn weaves itself into summer nights ushers in cool air the first chance it gets changes greens to splendid reds and yellows nips the roses still in bud steals kisses from the sun Autumn whispers to migrating birds encourages squirrels to fill their homes with food Autumn slips in so skillfully that it’s hard to tell just when summer ended and autumn began All poetry shared here, unless otherwise noted, is my own work. http://www.carolynwilker.ca/