No parties, no fanfare.
I'd rather slip away quietly, fade-out...and...cut.
That's a wrap.
You would think goodbyes would get easier with age and practice, but for me, they've become more difficult. Time has become less infinite, more precious, giving me pause before moving on.
That's why I'm especially grateful for generous souls like Linda Baie, who bring attention to these passages of time--the ends and the beginnings--in a manner that comforts rather than alarms. Linda is driven by many passions, including reading, writing, teaching, learning, living, and loving; all of which shine through in her poetry and on her blog, TeacherDance.
So delighted to welcome you to Limerick Alley, Linda!
By way of introduction to today's little ditty, Linda shared with me that she has relied on autumn as the source of inspiration for many poems this year, including her own (like this one and this one) and those written by others as well. Now that December has arrived, she says, "it's time to say farewell to our autumn ideas." Sigh. I guess I'm ready if you are.
It's goodbye to the season named fall.
After fulsome praise -- now time for all
yellows, oranges, and reds
to crunch into their beds.
Let leaves take their final curtain call.
(c) 2013 Linda Baie. All rights reserved.
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| Autumn into Winter, by Sabine Rich (c) 2011 |
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| leaf-in-ice02.jpg, photograph by Nancy Ward (c) 2005 |
