Thursday, November 6, 2014

It's Random Noodling's Poetry Friday


            Come welcome November at Diane Mayr's Random Noodling. I'm sure you're find delightful poetry when you visit. Thanks for hosting, Diane!

            Leaves fill our lives in autumn, and this one in Colorado has been particularly spectacular. We've had only a few days of cold weather, and the next cold snap is coming after this coming weekend. Time for coats and scarves and gloves, but still scuffling through leaves, or when a wind blows up in part of the day, the leaves rearrange themselves, and fill my porch, too.

          Here's another "leafy" poem, one a little more somber for this month of November. I nearly shared a full moon poem for that beauty last night, but the leaves again overcame me.

Leaves
              by Elsie N. Brady

"How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,


           The rest is here, on a poetry/quote site.  Scroll down a little; it's after the Shakespeare quote.

34 comments:

  1. "Twisting, turning through the air" that's the part of fall that I like best. Sometimes they twist slowly and it's an absolute delight. It's no fun cleaning them up, though!

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    1. I agree with everything, Diane. It just delights me to be driving down the street & see a whoosh of leaves fly up! Yes, the piles of leaves are daunting! Thank you!

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  2. Linda -- the third graders I'm visiting are working on opposite poems. Each half of the opposite has its own stanza. I'm going to use Brady's poem as an example. Thanks!

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    1. How wonderful that it fits for you and the kids, Laura. Have fun with them-loved the onomatopoeia poems, too!

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  3. A lovely and accurate poem, Linda. Thanks!

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    1. Thanks, Jane-can't get enough of these!

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  4. What a lovely poem, Linda -- and that page is a gold mine of November/autumn goodness!

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  5. Beautiful poem! And all those aspen leaves looked like split peas to me, at first - which are also a sign of fall, for me!

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  6. Thanks for sharing this poem, Linda--it's perfect for this time of year. I especially love the last two lines:
    >>Exhausted, drop to earth below
    To wait, like children, for the snow."<<
    I replied to your comment on my post today, but I'll repeat what I said here:
    "I'm smiling, knowing that my thanks felt like a "hug" to you this morning. I wish you the best in all your new things. Don't forget to make time to breathe! :-) "

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  7. A lovely poem, Linda. Enjoy the fall colors while you can. We're just beginning to get a bit of change here in the deep South.

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  8. You've featured my favourite lines from this poem! The leaves are mostly on the ground here so I'm enjoying the colourful "carpet." Thank you, Linda.

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  9. Wonderful! I especially love the last two lines... which I was going to quote, but now see that Carmela has already done that for me! Enjoy that leaf blanket while it lasts.

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  10. I love that second stanza which captures movement so well - it's a blustery day here, so the poem speaks to what I can see through my window. Rather nice!

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  11. Our leaves have been rained upon and snowed upon and are now flat upon the ground. The wind is still, however, working at the oaks that don't like to give up their leaves.
    Thanks for sharing this poem of Brady's. My kind of poem.

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  12. Oh, how I love autumn. :)

    I posted an autumn poem, too, though it's about loss as well. I think you might appreciate its theme of grief, Linda. It's an old poem (Ella Wheeler Wilcox) but a timeless theme.

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  13. Appreciations for your appreciate for leaves, Linda.
    I like the 2nd stanza also, of Elsie N Brady's "Leaves," with the idea of each leaf waiting for snow. Also at the links it was good to find the famous song/poem of this month that I always sing wrong, until I re-remember/find it - & you led me to it.
    Happy November!

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  14. Oops! I think my comment disappeared! : ) We're having a glorious autumn here in PA too! The trees are so beautiful, I don't even mind my long drive home because it gives me more time to enjoy the view. The poem you posted today is a perfect celebration! Thank you for sharing it!

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  15. Lovely leaf poem, Linda! Always enjoy your tidbits of autumn. And stay warm when the predicted cold comes through. =)

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  17. Linda, love this poem. I think I'll share it with Kara's 4th graders. I enjoyed that moon our entire 2 1/2 hour drive back on Thursday night. At first it was in front of us for miles and miles and then just outside my window. I planned to read to the end of the link you provided - so many great quotes...but it was too long. I quickly scrolled through, so glad I did, and caught the lovely photos at the end.

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  18. Did you take that photo? It's beautiful, Linda. I have been enjoying the gorgeous fall leaves so much that I am loathe to see them go.

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  19. Thanks everyone! I had an incredibly busy day yesterday, so couldn't reply to everyone here, but am happy you liked the poem. And yes, Tabatha, I took the picture. In an aspen grove, the leaves leave a gorgeous cover on the ground!

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  20. I love this poem too, Linda, and shared it for PF yesterday as well. Isn't it perfect? = )

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    1. Oh, I just ran out of time & didn't get to everyone, Becky. How wonderful that you shared it too. Yes, it's wonderful!

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  21. What a beautiful image of the leaves dancing and resting.

    Cathy

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    1. Thanks, Cathy. I just love all the images.

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  22. There are a pair of gingkoes in our neighborhood that have dumped a thick carpet of leaves on yard and sidewalk. I scuff through them on my morning walk the way I scuff through new fallen snow. I can relate to the kids in this poem!!

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    1. I like that scuffling and kicking through too, Mary Lee. Glad you enjoyed the poem!

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  23. I shall never tire of leaves in poetry! So beautiful. Thank you for sharing, Linda. (Some blasts of yellow here, and some leaves on the ground... still lots of green, too!)

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    1. So glad you enjoyed it, Irene. There are many that are wonderful. Thank you!

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  24. I enjoyed strolling through more autumn leaves here last evening, Linda - thought I'd left a comment but evidently it just floated around in my head! Thank you for sharing the timely poem & link. And your photo is wonderful - those Aspen leaves look like a treasure of gold coins. :0)

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  25. This poem has wonderful rhythm. Thanks!

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  26. Thank you Robyn and Joyce. I'm happy you enjoyed the poem. Now time for looking for snow poems I suppose.

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