Autumn Harvest

Autumn Harvest 3

Cupped tea mug

Slightly shaking hands
Peppermint soothes
Ravaged throat.

Eyes aching
Trying to see the
changing of leave
As the changing of the guard
The leaves giving Winter permission
To cleanse the world anew.

She used to play pretend
Her brother’s cap gun on her shoulder
She was nature’s soldier too.
Wearing reds and oranges
Reminding Winter her job was coming soon.

Jumping in leaf piles,
Giggling at the crunch,
The smell.
Autumn always smelled like
Summer was aging into Winter.

Just like she was.
She wasn’t afraid.
No rebirth into Spring.
She was going home.


 

I created this week’s prompt and of course I had no idea of what to write. I’d had a different prompt idea lined up, but for some reason when I typed it out something incredibly different came out. Oh, the life of a writer. We like to pretend we have control, but the words are independent teens who just barely tolerate our presence. In any case…

The prompt was about autumn. Here’s the words:

                              chill
                              renewal
                              death
                              rebirth
                              harvest
                              melancholy
                              aging
                              change

And to chose at least three of them.

I hope you’re having a wonderful time with OctPoWriMo! If you’re not sure what that is, click here to learn more.

http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/autumn-poetry-octpowrimo-day-5.html

Aloha y’all! 

 

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18 Responses to Autumn Harvest

  1. “Autumn always smelled like
    Summer was aging into Winter.” Speechless….
    Payal Agarwal recently posted..Perfect # Day 6My Profile

  2. I remember days like these… no rebirth into Spring….
    Seasons are different in these milder climates…. your words are wondrous, as always.
    Julie Jordan Scott recently posted..Finding Perfection (or) Whatever Happens to Be Close at HandMy Profile

    • Tamara Woods

      I am such a fan of autumn. Here it rains a bit more and an increased likelihood of hurricanes, but the leaves do not change. I do miss the fall. Thank you for such a lovely compliment.

  3. This is simply beautiful—the colors, the peace of allowing Autumn to come into its glory, knowing it will move on into winter soon. <3 Lovely.
    Diana recently posted..Maiden/Mother/CroneMy Profile

  4. We cherish life as we near its end, don’t we, Tamara? I”m on the OctPoWriMo Hop! Be stalking you!
    Michelle Liew recently posted..The Stubborn MuleMy Profile

  5. zoe

    sometimes I read things and think … GOd I wish I wrote that! This is one of those times….

    She used to play pretend
    Her brother’s cap gun on her shoulder
    She was nature’s soldier too.
    Wearing reds and oranges
    Reminding Winter her job was coming soon
    zoe recently posted..OctPoWriMo Day 6My Profile

  6. I really enjoy your writing! This is wonderful, I love that last line especially. It feels so strong and affirming about the process of aging and letting go.
    Christine recently posted..OctPo Day 5: Summer’s endMy Profile

  7. I rather love the idea that your little old lady would have jumped in leaf-piles and giggled as she did so.
    Considerer recently posted..Ten Things of Thankful #68My Profile

    • Tamara Woods

      I’m guessing if she was feeling ornery enough, she may give it a go. Or at least think about it with a twinkle in her eye.

  8. Oh wow. I hardly have words, but this touched me so deeply today.
    Laura A. Lord recently posted..To the Brother I Never KnewMy Profile

  9. I love your phrase “when I typed it out something incredibly different came out. Oh, the life of a writer.”. So true!
    Most of the time, I have no idea where my posts will take me 🙂
    Thank you for the prompt. It was fun to write something around fall, even if it isn’t quite a poem…
    Dawn D recently posted..AutumnMy Profile

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