.
It changes fast,
that marbled sky
from sheets of paste
to curds of gray,
from belts of blue
to heads of steel
connected by chain lightning.
.
Clouds turn to glass,
our shadows break
as we hasten through
the cracking storm
but we pause to lift
our empty cups
to catch the rain
and toast
the unleafing of fall.
.
© 1993, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
Awww…just beautiful, Betty, and I love the “toast” to fall, my favorite season…sending hugs and blessings your way~
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Just love the approach to life’s storms presented in the last stanza…Cheers!
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Oh WOW, I like the imagery, Betty!!! (all but the “curds”–I think of cottage cheese, which I abhor)
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One to be proud off, Betty.
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lovely! x
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Great stuff, wonderful imagery.
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Betty, such rich imagery! Beautiful poem! I’m seeing fall in a new, exciting way.
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A beautiful “unleafing of fall” through your poem!
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Wow! The unleafing of fall! Why didn’t I think of that?
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Quite stunning … powerful imagery. I love its theme … paying homage to fall that so dramatically offers the necessity of change.
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So glad to be back here with you for your “unleafing of fall”,
kind Madam Seasonings…
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