Thursday, November 10, 2011

Autumn in the Oaks Woods

There is a softness in the woods in autumn,
A stillness on a calm day
When leaves drift downwards
and pine needles tumble
and the air is pungent with dirt and dampness.
It is then that moss grows thick like velvet
on tree trunks, rocks and ground,
when the rust littered forest floor
crackles where you step.
Yes, there is a softness
a gentle good-bye to summer,
and a hush before winter begins.

~Kathie Adams Brown (11-10-11)


  1. Nice Nice woods that so aptly describe the oaks and pines.

  2. A magical hush! Let us savor it while it lasts.

  3. Cedar Ridge, thank you. And I knew what you meant. I often make typos too. So frustrating!

    Sandy, thank you. I know you will!

  4. Hi Kathie

    I really enjoyed the gentle imagery you used in this poem. Often we portray the change of seasons with violent imagery when it reality it happens so quietly we hardly notice as things change from day to day.

    All the best.

  5. Illusive imagery well highlighted. Transition is life.

  6. You are in my thoughts. Thanks for visiting my blog. God bless you and your mom and the whole family.

  7. Guy, thanks!

    Cyclops seven, it sure is!

    Sandy, thank you for your concern and your prayers. Mom is doing well.


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