i am eaves-
dropping
on the rain
dripping
and the leaves
whispering
spiralling autumn secrets
in a richly coloured helix
hoarding them in gutters
leaving them in piles to rust
disintegrate
into delicate
skeletons cart-
wheeling into winter
colliding with snowflakes
and falling stars
Kim M. Russell, 7th September 2020
My quadrille for the dVerse Poets Pub, where I am hosting and eavesdropping on visitors this Monday. Also linked to Poets and Storytellers United Writers’ Pantry
Image found on Pinterest.
writing in north norfolk 
Delicate and beautiful with subtle hints of half-rhyme and rich imagery: a delight to read!
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Thank you so much, Ingrid!
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Such interesting and intriguing descriptions. This is derived in beauty and fascination to the intrinsic nature of… nature. This is beautifully composed with mesmerizing imagery with fantastic verbs as well. ❤
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It was the rain that inspired it, Lucy. Thank you!
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I love this… so wonderful, but I cling to the little summer that is left… soon enough the leaves will be floating down the gutter…
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Thanks Bjorn!
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This is so beautiful Kim, and the ending is divine.
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Thank you, Linda!
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I loved the movements here in the words and the way the season moved with the leaves. These lines are just luscious:
“spiralling autumn secrets
in a richly coloured helix”
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Thank you, Laura!
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Loving this Kim. The first lines remind me of our early vacation days….always spent tent camping since we could not afford hotels. I always loved the sound of the rain drops hitting on the tent, when we were snug in our sleeping bags with only our chilled noses sticking out. Eavesdropping on the raindrops….loving that idea.
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We’ve had quite a bit of rain lately and I found myself eavesdropping on the drops from the eaves above my study. They were falling in the potato plants I had in grow bags. I harvested the last of them yesterday.
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Such exquisite imagery in this one, Kim! Wowww 💝💝
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🙂
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Oh this is gorgeous, the season changes take on a life of its own. Happy Monday
much 💝 love
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Thank you so much, Gillena, with love..
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You had me at “delicate skeletons cart-wheeling into winter.” It’s 88 degrees here today; gorgeous Indian summer.
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I’m glad someone’s got some heat, Glenn. This morning began very misty and overcast, chilly too, but brightened up over the course of the day. The weather forecast hinted at an Indian summer for us too. 😉
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what absolutely delightful imagery … the antics of those leaves.
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Thanks Kate!
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Well written Kim — especially like:
“…colliding with snowflakes
and falling stars…”
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Thank you, Rob!
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disintegrate
into delicate
skeletons cart-
wheeling into winter
colliding with snowflakes
and falling stars
—- Gorgeous, delicate and evocative words and imagery!! I can’t wait to wheel into winter. (I have stars in my quad too). 🙏
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Thank you so much! I’m about to start reading and commenting again this morning and look forward to reading yours.
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Someone could give you the topic of mud and you’d turn it into a lovely poem of nature. I bow to your skill, my friend.
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Bev, you made me blush!
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Such lovely images. There’s something cozy about being inside and listening to raindrops.
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Thank you, Merril. 😉
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Exquisite, Kim! I love that last stanza best and the picture is charming as in being charmed 🙂
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Thanks Lisa! 😉
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Like Rob K, I especially liked the closing images and, like everyone else, I’m deeply grateful that you shared this wonderful work. Thanks, Kim.
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I’m so happy you enjoyed it, Ron. 🙂
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What a lovely poem. You know I am a sucker for stars. It is 93F here today. I imagine the cool weather that is coming.
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Thank you so much, Sakura.
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I love to eavesdrop on rain dripping…the perfect accompaniment to fall, Kim!
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I’m going on a one and a half hour walk this morning, the longest I’ve been out since lockdown, and I’m hoping it won’t rain. It looks good so far.
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Good for you, Kim…and we’re finally blessed with a gentle rain after a drought 🙂
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That’s good news!
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I am not yet ready for winter. I specially love:
spiralling autumn secrets
in a richly coloured helix
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Thank you, Grace.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you, Mary!
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Kim,
I especially liked the visual created by these lines of yours.
spiralling autumn secrets
in a richly coloured helix
Autumn transitions can be so beautiful in their array of colors.
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Thank you, Ali!
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I can feel the seasons changing and the eavesdropping as we shift from one to the other.
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It’s a wonderful feeling, the changing of the seasons.
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I loved your “spiralling autumn secrets” and “delicate
skeletons cart-wheeling into winter” The imagery is so beautiful Kim. ☺️
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Thanks Christine. You can tell I love autumn. And now it looks as if we’re going to have an Indian summer! I can wait for autumn secrets.
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Same thing here Kim. The other evening it was 8:30 pm and the temperature was still 87 degrees F. Crazy weather!
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A very wonderful picture of eavesdropping! I love the idea of leaves colliding with snowflakes. Fall rains do bring those beautiful helix leaves down!
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Thank you, Dwight! This morning has started with sunshine, a blue sky and fluffy clouds. Looks promising for my walk.
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A beautiful day in store!
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I had a great walk, the first long walk in months with some friendly, social-distancing walkers.
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We had a lovely day as well!
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I love the delicate descriptions, and the verbs you chose – spiraling and cartwheeling, such good images of the changing leaves and changing seasons.
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Thank you, Mary.
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How beautiful, Kim.
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Thank you, De!
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Delectable! And you make it sound like so much fun.
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Thank you, Rosemary!
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Poetry abouts rooves and gutters takes me back to long gone days when i use to climb on the roof to clean the gutters and ccheck the tiles. Thank heavens I don’t have to do that any more. Your poem really read so beautifully Kim.
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Thank you, Robin!
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I’m in love with the conspiratorial tone of this. As if the speaker has a secret they’re letting the reader in on. I think leaf skeletons are lovely too.
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Thank you, Rommy, you’ve made my day.
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Happy Sunday Kim
Much💛love
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And you, Gillena!
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I’m so glad your poem leads us into winter, because I am so utterly sick of the summer heat. Delicious thought: winter!
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🤓
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I love how you shape shift. I started by imagining eaves dropping.
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Thank you, Colleen.
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Nailed it…”delicate skeletons cart- wheeling into winter.” This line is going to stick with me.
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Thank you!
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No one strings words together more beautifully than you, Kim….like a bracelet of beautiful pearls.
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Thanks so much, Bev.
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A universe happening in a leaf. I love this.
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That makes me very happy, Magaly.😊
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Oh Kim … so glad you posted here. My words will not do this poem justice …. sigh, huge sigh.
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Thank you so much, Helen.
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I like the word Eavesdropping to replace listening to the rain. This is a lovely autumn reflection.
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Thanks so much, Joel.
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