Wordle #72
bare last gear final evidence refresh
gassed smooth number white shift nine
Autumn
My heart is laid bare
Open for all to see
The final days of summer are here
Evidence of cooler weather
In early morning
I am refreshed by the thought
Of autumn
My favorite time of year
The month the number nine
The season shifts
A smooth transition
From scalding white
Heat of summer
To cooler days
Snuggled by the gas fire
A time to read
Write letters
Reflect
Like bear
A time of hibernation
The needed gear
A book
Paper and pen
My heart and a glass
For inspection
Will this be my last
A question asked
Only time can answer
annellannell 
i hope there will be many more autumns..it is a beautiful time of year..like a renewal..i love the idea of being with book paper and pen..that can last forever..jae
I love summer, enjoy autumn, but while in autumn am always aware that around the corner is winter. And I think not only of seasons…but of life. The question “Will this be my last?” packs a punch. We never know, do we….no matter what our age. Things change fast sometime, but hopefully won’t. I enjoyed your reflections in this poem, Annell; and it didn’t seem like a wordle at all.
Thanks for your comments, what is real, is that this particular autumn will only come once, so we try to be aware, try to hold on, if only for a brief time. Even this emil is one of a kind, it is hard to stay aware, we relax, and perhaps we sleep some of our lives away. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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That’s true Annell..half sleep at least..isn’t it a pity that bad things and moments of stress seem remembered in infinite detail whilst the good things seems like a bit of a cloud..pleasant but hard to pin down..
What you say is so true. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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I hope there will be many more Autumn’s to follow this one. This is such a gentle step into Autumn. The imagery flows into the next thought so seamlessly. We don’t mind early Autumn it’s late fall when the temps drop and the start of winter is on the verge of arriving. Love its beauty but hate the ice and, shoveling snow.
Deeply introspective piece, Annell. I, too, am “refreshed by the thought of autumn.”
“Will this be my last”
The question that is common to all people everywhere—and one that none of us can answer.
Whirling with Jane Kenyon
It is all rather magical, isn’t it. Thanks for your comment. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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I love autumn, too, even though where I live it is just a week long usually. Beautiful picture.
http://lkkolp.wordpress.com/2012/09/01/upon-hearing-the-news-of-being-discharged/
this was lovely and thought-provoking. I believe the wonder at whether this is the last autumn is itself the gift of this poem. When we think about this, we live in the beauty of the moment. We are conscious of the transition.
Thanks for your comment! Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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I’m always glad for the end of summer too–even though we don’t get nearly the heat of NM. I love autumn and winter in my climate. I think my comfort range gets narrower the older I get!
Annell, you describe the coming of cool weather beautifully here. The wordle is neatly tucked in this piece. Lovely.
Pamela
These are intriguing, lovely and re-readable Annell – autumn is also my favourite time of year so much of what you’ve written hits home with me. Here’s to many more for both of us!
http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2012/09/last-scene.html
Annell, the flow here is so smooth and balanced, that like others, I forgot the wordle words and just enjoyed. Your ending seemed so appropriate to the flow of time, words, and thought patterns. Winter is a time of deep sleep and hibernation, but the bear does eventually emerge and my hope is the same for you, my friend,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2012/09/02/unknowing-flight/
Thanks for your comments. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
annell@taosnet.com http://www.annelllivingston.com http://www.somethingsithinkabout-annell-annell.blogspot.com https://annellannell.wordpress.com
I’m craving the cooling of autumn, and this is lovely. Hibernating with pencil and paper, and a glass for introspection. It sounds like my kind of life. Beautiful writing, Annell.
Thanks Brenda for your comments…we can pretend…. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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autumn is my favorite season….until the leaves all fall, and winter clothes come out of storage! the cool nights have me cuddling with a dog and a book…
Your words fell into your piece -like leaves, beautifully.