"Beneath Autumn's Grain"
I walk the fields where autumn's rusted sprawl
Lays down in layers, thick as hearth-warmed clay,
And footpaths thread through furrows deep and raw,
Beneath the browned leaves strewn in slow decay.
The soil here wears a coat of earth's own grain,
Coarse as burlap, soft as crumbling bread,
Each clod, a dark and sun-baked stain,
Holding warmth in shades of brown and red.
Umber hums with tales of stone and seed,
Of roots that burrow in the silent dark,
And whispers of a slow, unhurried need,
To cradle life, to shield the hidden spark.
There's warmth in this rough color, rough and sure,
Like hands that turn the soil with patient grace,
As roots reach deep to places warm and pure,
Anchoring earth in autumn's worn embrace.
© Concetta Pipia
U.S.
"The Color Umber"
What is this color that I dream in slumber?
The one for me that is a high number.
With hints of red and yellow upon the dark brown,
Umber wears this fusion as its crown.
When all of Autumn is contained in a color's glow;
Upon its radiance I bestow,
This gift I give within a poem,
To 'Umber' I welcome home.
Live always within the creative mind,
Let your beauty flourish to remind,
The artist's brush is filled with your beauty.
The poet's praise hails your duty.
Oh Umber, how brilliant you bloom,
Trees and flowers you do groom.
Umber is the mantle of the ground's wealth.
Upon all the Earth's surface it is seen and felt.
© Fibby Bob Kinney
U.S.
"Heliotrope Princess"
Early autumn flowers dance
happily in bloom
Splashing with vibrant colors
like a birds plume
Your scent traveling by the sea
and swaying trees
Gives me comfort and solace with
a gentle breeze.
Specks of light purple and pink
Flows magical with paper and ink
My heart is yours, my eternal love
Sign of blessings only from above.
The heliotrope of raceme scent
in the fields
Blowing towards the east side
hanging like a shield
Its dainty petals alluring to the
human touch
Smelling its vanilla nectar which
bees will crush.
Writing my thoughts in poetic
format with rhymes
Dearest flora my literary princess
don't waste your time
I embrace you with a tender calm
My devotion offers a tranquil balm.
© Gloria Magallanes-Loeb
SFO, USA
"Colors of Goddess"
As they gather amaranth
for the goddess of fertility
Deep reddish purple as
timeless beauty,
Umay
of
succulent immortality
Descends as the winter
darkness fell on her feet,
Clouds of opulence with
Byzantium
butterflies
deep purple with tinge
of red
clouding her skin with lustrous
silk and satin,
Playing
ney down at the river of devotion
To lure the heart of lovers
and faithful spirits
To kneel for her,
The reverent mother
with power
at Constantinople.
© Sheila Ann Packirnathan
Malaysia
"Fragments of Thought"
Hidden in the depth
of the ocean floor of our minds
undisturbed by the undulating waves
of our lives,
the nacre lies ensconced
in its own silent world
away from prying eyes
that pierce the soul
shielding its varied hues
depending on its mood
pink, cream, yellow, orange
a tinge or royal gold
simply waiting for the right
time to behold
snippets of conversations
fragments of thoughts
of a life with stories untold
we all have this yearning inside,
to flip open our hearts
and all to share
the silent, stifled sighs, the gnawing
pain, the tears we bare, sometimes
buried in the maze of the shells
we are all pearls, lacquered, iridescent
longing,
to be strung and donned.
© Rosemarie Miranda
Philippines
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