I’m on an October hillside, dreaming
about what summer used to be like;
about brunettes, walking on the beach,
their brown eyes not much darker
than their suntanned bodies, the sun
not much brighter than their smiles.
But it’s Autumn now and I’m far away.
I can smell cedar burning in the distance,
hear a breezy aria through sycamore,
and savor the burble of a mid-day brook.
I have been here before, been here
in this same exact spot in every season:
when the sun baked the drying grass;
when the snow drifted into the hollows
between the hills; when the last few
leaves, reddened, fell, and sailed down
to the perfect place that I now call home.
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(Thank you Merril, for encouraging me to create & post Revision # 5,253,544 of this poem…)
Spectacular Ron! You really connected with nature, time and place. Well done ☺️
“I’m on an October hillside, dreaming” heavenly place to be
How lovely. Your description of nature really echoes with a sense of deep connection.
Nice one Ron. The colours the emotions the contemplation, tying phases and changes
Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much💖love
This is SO beautiful. You took me there!
I love the atmosphere and appeal to the senses of this poem, Ron, especially the ‘cedar burning in the distance’, ‘breezy aria through sycamore’, and the ‘burble of a mid-day brook’, and the connection between place and seasons.
You have definitely connected with this place. Thank you for sharing it with us. I could feel the sun, smell the smoke, feel the breeze, and hear the brook. It sounds lovely.
Beautiful progression of seasons to the place you call home. The aboriginals in Australia call it the “belonging place”.
This is absolutely gorgeous, Ron! 😀 Especially love; “I have been here before, been here in this same exact spot in every season: when the sun baked the drying grass; when the snow drifted into the hollows between the hills.”
The connection you shared is beyond beautiful and all encompassing …. huge sigh from Helen in Bend Oregon.
i have a spot the same near my home alongside an english canal watching the seasons change and the boats floating past. you poem took me there. in lockdown i have not seen it this year thank you.
This is like a love poem to nature and your surroundings, and well done at that.
Loved the descriptions. I’m happy to get to live in a place that has all four seasons. I can’t decide which one I like best, really. You did them justice here! ❤💯👏
I love how you found that perfect place to call home… nature is the ultimate connection…