Light, warm and staunch like the season,
thick and almost the color of honey
poured itself into my room
with a rustling sound.
I thought it could sing
but it was only its follower,
the almost autumnal wind.
My eyes watched colored leaves,
their battle already lost,
and I stretched my arms
in some strange,
almost inexplicable moves
trying to help them.
In vain.
In the air... almost silence.
Buzzing voices from afar
playful, unknown.
Suddenly, without warning,
a dragon's red tail disappeared
behind the sky’s misty veil.
My yellow apron still holds flour
and the scent of soft cheese cookies.
I put it aside and tried
to embrace myself
in an almost autumnal hug.
What are they doing now, all those
geese and swans I liked to watch,
where is the lonesome heron prince...
... and the bench under the willow
where we found such a nice spot to sit
while summer's sun fondled our shoulders?
Is it still dry or wet with the thin
almost mist?
Author notes
Aaaaah, art and poetry... They always speaks to me. I can't use only one of them. Here is my poetical potpourri:
1 . Lee Mothes: Ocean Breeze
http://www.art.com/products/p10077046-sa-i830041/lee-mothes-ocean-breeze.htm?sorig=cat&sorigid=0&dimvals=5004159&ui=2ecf77a4f9bb43578c93db8023d6ffaf
2. Raymond Gehman: Silhouette of a Great Blue Heron, Ardea Herodias, at Sunset
http://www.art.com/products/p14414554-sa-i3026645/raymond-gehman-silhouette-of-a-great-blue-heron-ardea-herodias-at-sunset.htm?sorig=cat&sorigid=0&dimvals=0&ui=2ecf77a4f9bb43578c93db8023d6ffaf
3. Jean-claude Hurni: Wooden Bench Next to Mossy Tree
http://www.art.com/products/p14407146-sa-i2913175/jean-claude-hurni-wooden-bench-next-to-mossy-tree.htm?sorig=cat&sorigid=0&dimvals=0&ui=2ecf77a4f9bb43578c93db8023d6ffaf
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This is very beautifully written. I loved the metaphors and the imagery. I could picture all you describe happening in my mind. I enjoyed the read!!! Thank you for entering my contest.
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Beautifully Inspirational!!
I think "Wooden Bench Next to Mossy Tree" is so perfect for this poem of yours, Sonja!! Thank you for sharing the art links... 
I'm wishing you all the best in the contest!! 
Peace & Hugs,
xx Cyn xx
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Outstanding
For me this was a poem about being one with nature -seeing the seasons change and knowing that change is inevitable. We remember the warmth of summer but are not blind to autumns charms. The imagery in this poem is well chosen and I like the way you evoke different senses - for instance the smell of the baking. Best of luck in the contest.
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Full of wonderful imagery and language. I could read this again and again. Loved this.
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This is so wonderfully written, amazing, good luck to you!
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That almost autumnal wind is blowing the loveliest poetry your way, Sonja. Once again, you speak to me in that very soft, natural voice of yours.
~ Nicolette
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This is so very beautiful and you hve the talent to make words come alive as moving slideshow of pictures on the canvas of the imagination.'Suddenly, without warning,
a dragon's red tail disappeared
behind the sky’s misty veil.' These lines are really very captivating.Thanks for sharing your talent...
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This is beautiful Sonja... breathtaking MARVELLOUS imagery! I love the closing lines so much...and yes, the yellow apron very vivid piece here.
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a good poem penned, ah autumn's breath, i can hardly believe the summer has passed, it has been raining most of the time here, and even now, where the weather people promised us some sun, the sky is overcast. the leaves will be falling, try and catch one with your eyes as it leaves a branch!
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the imagery is really beautiful, i truely enjoyed this and these lines were great:
My yellow apron still holds flour
and the scent of soft cheese cookies.
I put it aside and tried
to embrace myself
in an almost autumnal hug.
best of luck in the contest
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Thank you. I am so glad that you like this stanza because, for my personal reason, I like it too.
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how many pictures in this one frame? how much love and how many dreams and how much reality in this one frame? how much hidden sensuality in this one frame? ... carloads of all... magnificent
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How and what to answer to you when you already answered to all of them? You read my poetry as you wrote it yourself. All my feelings are inside one frame, but this frame is like a four panel casement. Each one of them contains a picture but through all of them you see the same dreams and the same reality... love
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I really liked all three pictures you chose, Sonja, but I was particularly fond of the bench next to the mossy tree. It gave off such a sense of solitude and inspiration. Your entire poem was a beautifully vivid and poignant reminiscence. Your ending lines were especially crisp and visual. My favorite season has always been Autumn - I'll be 51 on the 24th. The sounds of rustling leaves, the smell of the fire on the hearth, stews and soups simmering on the stove, the sensation of curling into the comforts of home. Well done, my Friend. Thank you for entering my contest. Good luck, Sweetie.
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You are right, the last was my favorite too, but after your words I feel something inside my belly, like I have go to visit my kitchen and then back to write another poem
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My Favorite Time Of Year
A portrait in poem - you always paint a picture in your writes - your choice of words choice - what can I say ? very nice piece of poetry - the best I would safely say - I'm looking out my window right now - it's an almost autumn day out there - love it - a gentle breeze from the north east - the sun breaking the cool night - a dozen East Indians and Mexicans picking sunflowers for the fresh market - Josipe - dobar dan Sonja - hugs
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Thank you...
for your time to read my poetry. Yes, I mostly paint some portrait in my poems. I like autumn too. I like all other seasons, each one for some other reason. I love life.
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