Spell-bound season is stunned
by cool-shoulder slip of autumn
and leaves turn to cradle
what they have worked so hard for
gourds, snuggled between warm cradle
and flowered wallpaper
nestle into warm earth
and wait out morning’s coffee-rise
she takes her cup out on to cedar deck,
watches her breath stream sweet
as she whispers to them,
as if they were children, under sweatered watch
he, un-racking the hoe, curves edge
against borders, to keep them from falling
out of bed too early
In a list
A contest entry
- Paint A Picture - ends later tonight by tara wilson.
1200 points, ended August 19, 2007, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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oh, I like how they are your babies...aww...this is really good
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thank you. I grow a few gourds every year, although Maine does not rally ahve the weather for them. I do get about a dozen nice big ones, some swan neck ones, and some small swan neck ones that I paint into loons. I lvoe going out in the mornings and see how they have grown overnight.
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I love early falls, and I was out on my deck this morning thinking the same thing, leaves are already falling here..sigh...this is an absolutely lovely painting!
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"she takes her cup out on to cedar deck,
watches her breath stream sweet
as she whispers to them,
as if they were children, under sweatered watch"
And she dreams of the colors & shapes she will paint them with, come a gentle harvest. How beautiful, my Friend. Good luck in Tara's contest, Sweetie. 
Wanda
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ty, gf. I have a brand new crop of little ones peeking through the cool-leafed beds.
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