Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Fall Magic
By Don Iannone

The glorious turning fall leaves
torture my sensibilities
with candy-sweet pleasure.
They leave me gasping,
like a diver submerged too long,
beholding the magical coral reef below.
They rip my heart out,
which goes chasing after whispering butterflies,
whose wings brush away lingering clouds.
And I thought early spring wildflowers
were hard to say goodbye to.

10 comments:

Dan said...

Yeah... almost unbearably beautiful, huh?

samuru999 said...

Beautiful Don!
I could see the gorgeous colors through your poem!
We mostly get shades of yellow here.

Anonymous said...

Yeah, it's very beautiful. Nature is very wondrous.

And say that it all starts with a tiny seed, even a human being, albeit that you in that domain also need a tiny eggy luckily. :-)

dumbdodi said...

Beauty that hurts :-)

Humanity lover
Nature lover
Humanity Giver
Nature Giver - THATS YOU

polona said...

you're really inspired by the fall, aren't you, don? fabulous!

iamnasra said...

Bless you Don...The nature are true testemony on how our creator have created the world

As you stare into nature you find so much beauty and your words had added that beauty that had lyed forgotten with our bussy life

Thanks

starry nights said...

Don. Beautiful poem. the leaves do look beautiful , out here not a lot of rust or deep orange but still beautiful.

melanie said...
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Don Iannone said...

Thanks to all of you for your wonderful comments--they too are poems in the direction of changing leaves. Enjoy the season...it changes us.

Yes Dumbdodi...beauty that hurts!

Polona...deeply so inspired. Yes!

floots said...

i can only echo what has been said
beauty that hurts
i have been reduced (or elevated)
to tears by landscapes
and the sight of eagles
enjoyed this poem a lot

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