Whatever comes to cool the air
And make the greenless leaves descend
And make the clouds seem strange up there
I welcome as a smiling friend
Who tucks the prairie in to sleep
And offers dreams for it to keep.
Linked to dVerse Poetics. Kim of Writing in North Norfolk host with the request to write about “one autumnal item”. My item is a photo, “Tree and Grass”, I took last autumn that represents for me the prairie in autumn.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
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So comfortable.
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Thank you, Nan!
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What a beautiful season that tucks the prairie in to sleep ~ Love your verses Frank ~
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Thank you, Grace! Autumn seems to me soothing and protecting.
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This is beautiful. Its rhythm reminds me of Robert Frost. Lovely work.
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Thank you! It is metrical (iambic) with simple rhymes. I am glad you like it.
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Very vivid, Frank. I would love to see an autumn prairie. I feel I know it because of Laura Ingalls Wilder’s books.
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I used to see one better on our farm in Indiana, but now I live in an urban environment. That scene was from a forest preserve/park area which had an open area and oak groves. I haven’t read Wilder’s books, but from what I’ve heard she would describe an environment similar to that park. Thanks, Robbie!
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This sounds so gentle… going slowly to sleep, and then the winter comes.
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Winter is like night and time to rest. Thanks, Bjorn!
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Brilliant lines:
‘I welcome as a smiling friend
Who tucks the prairie in to sleep
And offers dreams for it to keep’!
You’ve brought the prairie closer to me, Frank!
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Thank you, Kim! The prairie is used to this seasonal change and would likely be disrupted if it did not happen.
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A beautiful write Frank, I love the idea of Autumn as ‘a smiling friend who tucks the prairie in to sleep’ ☺🍁🍂
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I think that is what happens although metaphorically. The vegetation are expecting winter and autumn prepares them for it. Thank you, Xenia!
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Great poem Frank ,Thank you !
Stay creative
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Thank you, Ben!
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I can feel the chill in the air. (K)
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It is cooler than summer, what the plants need to prepare for winter and spring. Thank you!
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The form works with the simplicity of the picture you paint. Great write, Frank!
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It is a simple process kind of like going to sleep. I think of autumn as soothing. Thank you, Jilly!
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Such a soothing write, I love ‘greenless leaves descend.’
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Thank you, Linda! I remember trying to come up with an adjective for leaves to keep the meter regular and the “greenless”, if a word, came to mind.
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Brilliant!😊
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I, too, would welcome as a smiling friend. Good flow.
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Going through winter should be a peaceful, friendly experience. Thank you, Vivian!
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You’re welcome 🙂
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totally loved the last line here Frank (and now looking for dreams to keep)
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There should be many. Thank you!
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the prairie is so vast, your capture of the subtle change of season is very tender. with dreams incorporated into a poem that speaks to me of homecoming and traditions. those leaves had to fall from the branches. for with a heavy burden they couldn’t weather the winter snow.
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They had to fall. If that routine changed I wonder if it would be even more traumatic for them than to have winter. Thank you, Gina!
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Like a prayer for nature.
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It is sort of a prayer for nature. Thank you, Paul!
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I love this poem. It says so much in so few words.
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I like concise writing even for fiction. I am glad you enjoyed this. Thank you!
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I wanted to nestle right into this comfy poem.
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It is a comfortable poem. Thank you, Sara!
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Who tucks the prairie in to sleep
And offers dreams for it to keep.
Such is the strength and power of Autumn to keep by itself!
Hank
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Thank you, Hank! It keeps those dreams as well as the prairie.
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For every Leave that falls
For every Sense and Feel that falters
Fertilizer that is For New Life to Come
Greener
Leave
Fall beFore..:)
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Fall makes the Spring beautiful. Thanks, Fred!
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Hehe.. and around here
lately.. Fall Becomes Spring
Fall Becomes Spring
and Winter
mostly
Forgets
to come
by Summer Spring..:)
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🙂
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This reads so smoothly. I love the sounds, it is graceful like a leaf falling ever so slowly to the ground.
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Thank you, Alison! I am glad you enjoyed the sounds and found them graceful.
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Enchanting, Frank. The Fall, like Spring, always brings out the best in poets. Eternal cycles and all that.
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Those are the best seasons of the year. Thank you!
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Pretty images in words and photos.
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Thank you, Imelda!
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