“For lovers of poetry
And seekers of good
There is gold in the fall
There are trees of the wood
There are stars in the ether
And rivers that flow
In the sweetness of
The heart finds its home.”
Laura Jaworski
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Morgan, “ready, set, play!” |
"Autumn wandering
A thousand golden poems
Drift across the sky."
Laura Jaworski
“Gold in hand is pleasant
A pocketful is nice
But autumn’s gold holds such a worth
Each leaf is counted twice
So give me gilded woodlands
And gently falling leaves
I’d gladly forfeit opulence
For walks among the trees.”
Laura Jaworski
“Dear trees, what magic you must hold
To change the leaves from green to gold
And weave a flaxen cloth so fine
To dress the wood in autumntime.”
Laura Jaworski
“The scent of cinnamon and cloves
Round pumpkins and crisp, sweet apples
A world turned ruddy in rich shades of orange and gold
Puffing chimneys, sweaters, warm drinks
And leaves, gently leaving one home for another—
Autumn.”
Laura Jaworski
“A little leaf
In a sea of green
Takes a breath, and poof, he’s yellow!
Then his friends join along
And begin Autumn’s song
All because of that brave little fellow.”
Laura Jaworski
“How sweet the early autumn days
Their changes barely seen
When Nature in her quiet way
Begins to blend her green
With shades of tawny gossamer
And bolder rosy tones
Till colors mixed and stirred unveil
A palette of her own.”
Laura Jaworski
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Beautiful Morgan, by Pinscher Portraits |
“There is a first leaf to turn
There is a last to fall
And in the space between the two
The grandest show of all.”
Laura Jaworski