Thursday, October 13, 2016

SEEING SOULS



All the little mist-genies
are rising from the river,
on this apple-crisp, pumpkin spice
autumn morning of my life.
The trees are calling to each other,
as excited as school girls 
sporting their new clothes:
"Look at me! I'm so burnt-orange!"
"Ah, but I'm blaze-scarlet,
redder than red."

Surely, they must know
they are all equally beautiful,
in their uniquely different shades and hues,
together a symphony of colour
for the eyes,
a feast for the heart to store away
and nibble at
all winter long,
like a December squirrel.



The Somass River



If only we remembered to see souls instead of bodies, each as unique and beautiful as an autumn leaf.................Shared with Real Toads in response to Hannah's prompt at Transforming With Nature's Wonders, to take inspiration from a quote.


16 comments:

  1. What a beautiful picture you have painted with your words! In these parts of the world however, we get more smog than fog, more dust than mist.

    Bur the blue will surely shine through the fog, once again!

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  2. luv the verve of Autumn captured in your imagery

    my favourite line

    " The trees are calling to each other,
    as excited as school girls "

    Thanks for dropping in to read mine

    much love...

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  3. if only our eyes saw souls... great thought! & awesome poem

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  4. This is gorgeous, Sherry:
    'All the little mist-genies
    are rising from the river,
    on this apple-crisp, pumpkin spice
    autumn morning of my life.'

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  5. What a beautiful quote, Sherry. I love the personification of the autumn leaves.

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  6. You have painted such a profound image here, Sherry ❤️ no doubt the world would be a better place if we learned to see beauty within our soul ❤️


    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  7. I adore your quote choice Sherry and your personification of the trees!! Lovely indeed...thank you!!

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  8. I love the comparison you made here Sherry. Wise and beautiful. I love that quote and picture! I actually have it hanging in my bathroom! :-)

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  9. "on this apple-crisp, pumpkin spice
    autumn morning of my life." "nibble ... like a December squirrel" ... you hit it out of the ball park this time! Love this poem.

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  10. That ending is fabulous! And what a super quote.

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  11. Yes, if only we could see souls instead of bodies. Love how you call the trees excited schoolgirls.

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  12. together a symphony of colour
    for the eyes,
    a feast for the heart to store away

    That's sweet sixteen with all of its innocence meant fora grand future!

    Hank

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  13. I want to be that squirrel, but in December I'm likely to have forgotten where my acorns are...

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  14. The trees are calling to each other,
    as excited as school girls
    sporting their new clothes:

    Oh yes, but you know that beauty is in the eye of the beholder? :)
    I read a little tree 'communications' between trees. Probably so. Lovely.

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  15. What a great finish with that December squirrel!

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