Week 2, November 2023
by John Grey 6th November, 2023
I never saw snow as a child.
Didn't build snowmen.
Nor toboggan down golf-course hills.
Not one day did I spend
slipping and sliding on ice
or hurling cold wet balls
You say you loved
to plunge into the huge white mounds,
skate on ponds,
or simply watch the flakes
glissade down windows
or catch them in
your small pink hand.
In my childhood,
trees were as green as American money.
We had thunderstorms yes
but blizzards missed us
by half a hemisphere.
My summers were steamy,
my winters mild.
My past hung out at mercury’s high end.
Poems on Seasons
by Linda Ludwig, 7th November, 2023
fall equinox the long and short of it
in the darkness
the rise of supermoon
flaming red maple trees
a cool breeze brushes my cheek
By Kathleen Chamberlin, 8th November 2023
There is crispness in the autumn air, that chills cheeks and stirs blood
The swish and crunch of fallen leaves,
Marvelous in their carpet of many colors:
Yellow and orange and brown and vibrant red
Trees relinquishing those leaves waiting to cascade in artful swirls
When the breeze stirs them,,
Creating patterns kaleidoscopic below their branches.
The earth hums with movement in autumn:
Squirrels hoard acorns and geese flap farewell as they wend their way south.
I recall moments when life was filled with anticipation,
Moments long dormant, hibernating in the past.
Memories of football games where I, in my green and white uniform,
Braved the cold to cheer on our team, my sneakers polished white,
Cheeks wind-kissed, long dark hair held back by a white headband, at sixteen
Oblivious to Time’s fickle nature.
I wish I had cherished those autumn moments more…
Autumn air reminds me now that life dwindles,and plants will cease to blossom.
Some will kiss the earth goodbye, their leaves heavy with grief.
Others will sleep peacefully throughout the winter months,
Rousing again in spring.
And as this faded rose nears her three-quarter century year,
I wonder if this autumn in all its beauty will be my last,
Or if I will greet another spring bursting full of poetry and joy.
By Mona Bedi 9th November 2023
the fractal allure
full of maple leaves —
a seagull’s cry lost
in the ocean mist
Spirit of Autumn
By Amita Sarjit Ahluwalia 10th November 2023
Spirit of Autumn, we sense more than see you
In misty air that permeates our being
Sunrises and sunsets that seem to free you
And give a mellowness to human seeing
In trees that look as if they want to be you
From Summer’s hot embrace their branches freeing
O Lovely Form, auburn, purple and gold !
What treasures in your ripe rich folds you hold !
Spirit of Autumn, bestowing sweet gifts
Harvest of grains and fruits and kernelled nuts
Bursting fat gourds juice flowing from the rifts
Alerting the inmates of humble huts
It’s gathering time as smoke from chimneys drifts
And mingles with the mist where copse abuts
Busy are cider presses pastry cooks
At dusk the congregating of the rooks
Spirit of Autumn, glutting honeycombs
Reddening apples peaches and rose- hips
Reminding wanderers of cosy homes
Whenever a sudden draft of coolness nips
Sending children on hunts for elves and gnomes
And bringing your paeans to poets’ lips
We see you in the clear night sky and stars
And in calm waters lapping blond sandbars
Spirit of Autumn, arming us for Winter
We see you in the turning of the leaves
We learn not to let things go out of kilter
But gather in our grain in golden sheaves
Shore up home timbers so they do not splinter
And knit a thicker thatch for cottage eaves
Guardian and Friend, Most Generous of Seasons
We love and honour you for all these reasons!
Biographies of Poets
Amita Paul is one of the various pen names used by Punjab-born, Patna-based, retired Indian bureaucrat Amita Sarjit Ahluwalia . She enjoys writing in different genres, in English, Urdu, Hindi and Punjabi .Her writings are imaginative and humane, with occasional flashes of wit and frequent touches of wry humour.
Mona Bedi is a medical doctor in Delhi, India. She has been writing poetry since childhood but a few years back she started writing the Japanese form.. haiku. She has authored two poetry books published by the name of 'they you and me' and 'dancing moonlight.' She received the Grand Prize in the 3rd Morioka Haiku Festival, 2021 and four haiku of merit in the World Haiku Review 2021/2022 alongwith an honourable mention at the Japan Fair 2021. Her haiku, tanka haibun and Haiga has been published in various journals of repute like Presence, Modern haiku, Haiku dialogue, Haiku in Action, Triveni haikuKatha, Drifting sands, Failed haiku, Stardust, among others.
Kathleen Chamberlin is a retired educator living in Albany, New York. She began writing creatively during the quarantine period of Covid-19 and her writing has appeared in both print and online journals and anthologies.
Linda Ludwig loves poetry and the beauty of nature which she captures in her beautiful poetry.
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Stand, Santa Fe Literary Review, and Lost Pilots. Latest books, ”Between Two Fires”, “Covert” and “Memory Outside The Head” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in the Seventh Quarry, La Presa and California Quarterly..