My sister just wrote from our Adirondack homestead, "Our fall is over and it's officially stick season now. I actually rather enjoy seeing the woods after the leaves are off. You can get a better lay of the land and rock and ledge walls are now visible."
Do you have "stick season" where you live or have you ever experienced it?
Tell me about it and all it evokes. Take it on a formal path through the woods a la Robert Frost or freestyle it like Mary Oliver...
Enjoy
photo by David Jenne of West Rutland, Vt. courtesy of Burlington Free Press
Do you have "stick season" where you live or have you ever experienced it?
Tell me about it and all it evokes. Take it on a formal path through the woods a la Robert Frost or freestyle it like Mary Oliver...
Enjoy
photo by David Jenne of West Rutland, Vt. courtesy of Burlington Free Press
Contest is Over
- Contest was judged on November 2
- Rewards: Gold: 500, Silver: 500, Bronze: 500
- Final notes: Once again, thank you for the wonderful work here; it was truly inspired. Please leave your entries in the contest in the interest of people using search engines, if you want them to find your poems on stick season. It's possible, you know. Wish I had a maple sugar leaf to give each of you on behalf of the Champlain Valley.
"Stick Season" by Marcy Jarvis
Stick season means the weather has turned cold;
the leaves are off the trees, the geese have flown.
The cattails all are broken at the edge;
the bullfrogs sleep beneath the frosted sedge.
Commuters put their snowtires on; the bridge
is closed this year; to Whitehall most will tread.
The ferry at Ticonderoga goes
but soon the ice will force it, too, to close
while once again, the hockey sticks come out
and fans gear up to take another route
to Middlebury; yes, stick season's on;
we'll find new ways to circumvent the pond.
Although the way across is roundabout,
we wouldn't miss the season's first shoot out.
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there is a certain way footsteps sound
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I sing to you, an Aspen sound,
when leaf no longer glitters sigh,by kaibab 29 lines, 4 comments, on Oct 29 2:44 PM• Commented on by judge. -
Watch the leaves fall away
As bare structures are exposed• Commented on by judge. -
The Autumns multi colored leaves ,
have all now fallen from the trees ...• Commented on by judge. -
Population dwindled down, summer cottages boarded up, the speedboats dry-docked. It is quiet again. Smoke in the clear air curls upwa• Commented on by judge.
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Undressed exposed rejecting fragility
bright epidermis shed no mistake I stand• Commented on by judge. -
We were the wands
that exhale life’s breath
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A whirl of mellow colours is all that I know
And the rustling is all that I hearby Thewordflow 19 lines, 14 comments, on Oct 30 4:12 PM• Commented on by judge. -
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Stick season means the weather has turned cold;
the leaves are off the trees, the geese have flown.by ea 14 lines, 3 comments, on Oct 30 5:47 PM• Viewed by judge. -
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I have been waiting for most of the day
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Light reaches inside us
like an arm pulling back obstacles• Commented on by judge. -
The rock walls and the trees are visible
now that the leaves are down and days are cold;by ea 14 lines, 1 comment, on Nov 1 8:20 AM• Viewed by judge. -
by Starswhispers 36 lines, 10 comments, on Nov 1 8:58 PM. In Thoughts, Contest, Nature, Other
Bronze trophy winner
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Thank you so much for ther bronze and such a wondeful and inspirational contest.
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ty ea, I appreciate your judgment of my poem, truly! Congratulations to all!
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