Autumn Collies and Poetry

 

“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 

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 

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