The cool breath
of autumn rises from early
mornings laced with dew,
the golden dustiness of pearly
harvest light, the heady perfume
of marjoram and wild basil,
and the clouds of blue
butterflies that bend the heads
of nodding harebells
before they fly away.
Kim M. Russell, 19th August 2024

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This Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub, Lisa is taking us around the bend with the Quadrille, our poetic form of just 44 words (not counting the title), which includes one word the host provides.
Lisa says: “As the autumn begins in the northern hemisphere and spring begins in the southern, cool air begins to travel, bending around people, places, and things… As seasons change, we bend along with them, putting away one season’s clothes and pulling out another, putting gardening tools away or pulling them back out.”‘Bend’ is the word that” jumped up and raised its hand”, and Lisa gives us not only examples of the different ways the word can b e used, but also of poems by Louise Chandler Moulton, Claude Esteban, John Keats and Luo Binwang.
Also linked up to What’s Going On? on 22nd August 2024.
Gorgeous, Kim. Such a deft touch with your imagery!
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Thanks so much, Lisa!
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You’re very welcome ❤
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Kim, this is such a touchingly beautiful Ode and “pearly harvest light” so memorable
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Thank you, Laura!
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Yes’m. My hat is off!
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Thanks very much, Ron!
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I love this, Kim, especially the last three lines!
butterflies that bend the heads
of nodding harebells
before they fly away.
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Thank you, Nolcha. It has cooled down over here and is very overcast this morning. No butterflies.
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We’re having what I hope is a final heat wave before autumn. Second blooms of flowers. But some of the trees are starting to show the colors of fall.
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Nice one
much♡love
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Thanks Gillena, and much love to you.
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This is exquisite Kim. Rich with nature’s beauty. Wonderful my friend. 🙂✌🏼🫶🏼
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Beautiful poem.
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Thank you, Maria.
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your poem gives me warm fuzzies ❤
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Thank you, Ren!
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I just love these lines …
and the clouds of blue
butterflies that bend the heads
of nodding harebells
Ahhhh, I wish I was there. Thanks for including a picture of the harebell Kim ☺️
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Thank you very much, Christine. Harebells are much neglected wildflowers.
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Beautifully written. It will be cool here this week bending towards autumn faster than I would like.
the heady perfume
of marjoram and wild basil,
You bring the fragrance quickly to my mind.
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Thanks so much, Truedessa!
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So carefully constructed…nature again, lovely…first stanza, the chill, second stanza the aromas added…then pouf…the image dissolves…wonderfully done..
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Thank you so much, Ain. I enjoy reading your appreciative comments.
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A fantastic tribute to autumn, Kim! I love the quiet stasis of the scene, and the deft touches you use to paint its colors.
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Thank you, Chris!
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Fall is on the way. Lovely images in your poem! Very nicely done, Kim.
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Thank you, Dwight.
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That’s exactly right, golden dustiness but with a cool edge to the air.
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Thanks Jane.
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oh! what a delicate bending that is, Kim! ❤
just so lovely!
~David
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Thanks so much, David!
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Gorgeous imagery, Kim!
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Oh this is stunning, Kim with autumn personified to start us out and all the sweet scents and sights to follow. I absolutely love your unique use of the quadrille word with “butterflies that bend the heads of nodding harebells”.
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Thank you very much, Mish!
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Kim, your imagery sends me to magical places. I love autumn, and we’re almost there. This is a beautiful poem!
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Thank you very much, Colleen!
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You’re most welcome, Kim.
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I love “golden dustiness of pearly
harvest light”, Kim.❤️
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Thank you, Melissa!
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Love it, love the images and the pictures you paint. Lovely poem.
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Thank you, Alan.
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This poem is touchingly beautiful, Kim. Your well chosen images really help me feel August!
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Thank you very much, Mary.
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That last image is lovely…
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Thank you, Rajani.
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I love “the golden dustiness of pearly autumn light”. Beautiful.
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Thank you, Sherry.
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Sherry speaks my mind. Sending golden dustiness!
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Thank you, Susan!
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“they fly away.” This reminds me of how transient life is. You’ve captured August’s spirit so beautifully.
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Thank you very much, Sumana.
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Gorgeous writing, Kim!
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Thank you, Sara!
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A gorgeous poem of nature Kim! I love it!
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Thank you very much, Carrie!
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This stirs my soul, beautiful Kim.
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Thank you, Paul.
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HI Kim, this is a beautiful poem.
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Thank you, Robbie.
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