Flickers of orange and crimson wings
Energised by the sun,
Blunder into September
As leaves that twirl
And wildly whirl
In innocent passion
For the balmy glaze
Of early autumn days.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016

Image copyrighted: Isadora Gruye Photography. Reprint only with permission.
My response to imaginary garden with real toads Out of Standard – Fire from a Different Sun, where we are challenged to defy the conventions of a particular theme and find new places in the everyday. The challenge is to write a poem about a fire that doesn’t come from flames or the sun. Bonus points awarded for those who are able to avoid using the words “fire” “flames” or any fiery imagery and keeping in mind that our poems must by newly written for this challenge and not previously written poems which conveniently fit the theme.
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Thank you 🙂
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Love this Kim! Yesterday I saw a Flicker (not a butterfly but still lovely) sitting on a rock in my bird bath amongst my patio flowers and hummingbird fountain. Alas, the days of summer are waning but the beauty of fall is always such a joy! The burst of sunlight coloring the leaves shading the garden, add a new dimension of serenity and I hope for a migrating Rufous that just might stop by….
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Your garden sounds delightful!
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You are so right, the fireworks of early fall, really is a great reward in place of the waning heat.
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On 5th November we have real fireworks, which I’m not so keen on – they frighten the animals.
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I’m glad for those splashes of warmth, esp., as it seems the hummingbirds may be gone.
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I would love to see hummingbirds – I’ve only ever seen photographs or drawing of them.
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They are beautiful, territorial and entertaining.
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The comparison of butterflies to embers sealed it for me. Excellent.
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Thanks, Kerry!
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I love this it is very nice…I love autumn as well I can wait for October when the snowbirds start arriving for the winter and the tourist go home until the summer. I love the tourist but I like it even more when they live so I can visit the beach myself because from April till late October no native is on the beach that is where all the tourist are. kat
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I know what you mean 🙂
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I love “the balmy glaze of early autumn days”.
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Thanks for reading, Sherry!
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Butterflies, one of my favorite things. Such a beautiful picture you’ve painted with words.
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Thank you, Susie.
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This is a lovely evocation of Autumn. Red Admirals seem to be everywhere at the moment.
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Thanks for reading and commenting.
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The fire of Indian summer here – golden, late, like warmed cider.
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Thank you, Brendan.
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Thanks for being the artist that makes me have an “aha” moment! Now I see the butterfly!
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Thanks for reading!
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