Autumn: a poem by Francia C.Clavecillas
Autumn Splendor: by Daniel Roccotaco: http://www.flickr.com/photos/roccotaco/2960333666/ (Thanks to Daniel Roccotaco for this photo of Autumn.)
Paintings of Autumn Landscapes
What is so special about falling leaves,
an Irish friend asked me
one October afternoon.
Like a child, I rushed under the purple
and yellow spectacle around me
my breath taking in the colors
and the scent of a thrilling air.
As if it was the first time
I learned how to dream,
I saw myself as a wing
with the face of a flower .
It was indeed my first time
to dream away from home,
to be near the Boyne River
that was a huge silk ribbon in the distance:
the link between the autumn wind
and my feet on the grass.
I thought of the trees back home
That do not shed leaves
in October or in November
but die sudden deaths
all year round
from the hands of loggers
Copyright ©2010 Francia C. Clavecillas