is the changing face of nature
as summer slowly cedes to autumn:
flocks of birds morph in a washed-out sky,
kaleidoscopic shapes in preparation
for arduous flights and winter migration;
hedges drip with blood-red berries,
green foliage metamorphoses
into shades of amber, gold and rust,
and that first leaf lands in grass and dust.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics: Magic, also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform
Paul is our host for Poetics this week. He thinks we could do with taking a break from all the heavy stuff that’s happening in the world and wants us to park the protests, the activism, the heavy load, the soul searching, the deep poems, by the roadside for a night and go in search of a little magic. He has shared a magical poem by Shel Silverstein to help us along the way to conjuring up a poem using the word ‘magic’ in some form or a piece that is quite simply magical.
Earth Mother Magic. Thank You.
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Love the magic of that transition… I think of the haibun prompt a lot when i read your poem.
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Yes, it stayed with me.
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Seemingly overnight, the magic has changed our little corner of the world from summer to fall. Beautiful poem of this magical time of year.
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Thank you!
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Very soft and lyrical and reveals the majestic magicness of nature. Sory for making my own word up, but I know you will understand.
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I do, Alison, and thank you!
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The change of seasons is magical. Beautiful poem, Kim.
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Thank you, Sherry!
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Magic ‘is the changing face of nature’ captures it all and I love how ‘hedges drip with blood-red berries’ ;o) xxx
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🙂 xxx
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Just beautiful, Kim. Love the image of “kaleidoscope shapes.”
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Thank you, Sarah!
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Nice praise to the magic of daily changes. Change itself may be magical that it happens at all.
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Thanks Frank!
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There’s nothing more magical than the things nature does every day.
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Oh be still my heart. This is so beautiful Kim. I love every line of this. Earth Mother Magic indeed. What are the white flowers in the pic?
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Those flowers are bindwee, otherwise known as Granny-pops-out-of-the-bed. They are the most pernicious weeds that smother everything but as a child I adored them. If you pick off a strand of vine with a flower on and press the base of the flower, it pops out, like a shuttlecock!
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Wow! That is so amazing – magic! We don’t have them in the US.
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She is the original magician. Thank you for the reminder. It’s gorgeous. I particularly love the final couplet. There’s something so definite about the fall of that first leaf.
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Thank you, Sarah!
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How beautiful! Xx
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Thank you!
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Wonderfully lyrical write, Kim 😀 especially love; “green foliage metamorphoses into shades of amber, gold and rust, and that first leaf lands in grass and dust.”
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Thank you, Sanaa 🙂
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Beautiful descriptive phrases of autumn magic!
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Thank you, Bev!
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Kim, this is SO visceral:
“hedges drip with blood-red berries”
Love it.
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Thank you, De! Glad to see you back at the bar. Did you have a good break?
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Love this imagery of birds forming kaleidoscopic shapes. Nice!
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Thanks!
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what a nice view of magic: the magic of the world around us; our changing world; the morphs and metamorphoses.
Randy
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Thank you, Randy.
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You have captured the magic of the changing season. I am seeing the changing hues as autumn will soon arrive in her splendor.
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I’ve already caught a glimpse!
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The changing of seasons is so magical indeed. Oh to be that first leaf!
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I think I saw the first leaf fall back in the middle of August.
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Yes, your last couplet was killer; an image for the ages–a lovely ode & reminder that our seasonal solstice is indeed a magic act. I lived in southern CA for a decade, where it is 80 degrees on Christmas day. Growing up in WA state, my internal clock became seasonal.
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Thank you, Glenn. I’ve never lived in such extreme temperatures and am a firm believer in seasons – it could be a British thing, but I couldn’t live without rain!
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The change of seasons brings the change of scenes, magic to our eyes.
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I’m so lucky to have a private show of season in our garden, which I can watch from my desk!
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We do await the arrival of the northern birds later this year… !!
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Beautifully painted.
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I loved each word and each color!
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Thank you!
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What beautiful nature all around and magic that is equally astound!
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Thank you, Vandana!
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More than just one leaf down around here, sadly.
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The change of season is magical. 🙂
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Thanks Merril! 🙂
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Nature is indeed magical. I am forever in awe of it and your poem brings it out so beautifully.
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Ah, thank you for this gorgeous, visual poem – I especially love that image of the flocks of birds ‘morphing’ in the sky. Beautiful.
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Thank you so much for reading and for your kind comments.
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Truly Fantastic…feelings and scenes. 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
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😊
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I love that “first’ leaf i notice each autumn…
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😊🍂
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