Sunday morning, the sun is still waking up, the shadows are long and the air is crisp.
Yellow flowers on my way, they are taking over the walking path.
Cargo-ships are in hurry to reach their destination before the river freezes and their season ends.
Of course, more yellow flowers!
This photo reminds me of impermanence, changes, and letting go.
Beautiful leaves, they are Autumn’s flowers.
Hope you enjoyed walking with me! Have a great week!
welcome autumn joy
a muffin, pumpkin spice latte
kouyou everywhere
an dulcet invitation
guiding me to a fika
kouyou – Leaves changing color dulcet– Sweet, sugary
fika – A concept in Swedish culture with the basic meaning of making time with friends for coffee and a little something to eat; “a coffee and cake break.”
warm autumn sunsets
delightful crows symphony
the harvest moon smiles
she will be the only queen
in cozy darkening days
distressed soul carrying the weight of the past crawling between crumbs of memories darkness takes over your surroundings deep into your being the veil is thinning while bare branches reach to you a carpet of leaves welcomes you the golden light is your portal
W3
II. Lisa’s prompt guidelines
Fall always feels like a season of both endings and beginnings, doesn’t it? For this week, let’s explore those transitions in a Quadrille—a 44-word poem, a form first shared with us by the wonderful d’Verse Poets Pub.
Your poem can lean into endings, beginnings, or the mix of the two. And if you’d like an extra spark, here’s a thought from Friedrich Nietzsche:
I notice that autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.
Fall colours are popping up around here, starting with the golden sunlight in the early morning and late afternoon. I saw these sunflowers at the grocery store last week. They have the most exquisite colours, and I couldn’t resist; I brought them home.
Pumpkin spice is my fave taste this time of the year, everything, from lattes to candles. Cinnamon, apple pies… delicious, and delicious.
And of course, cozy up with a great story. I got these three books for September. Strong women’s characters are always my to go when choosing a book.
Little things here and there, trying to focus on the positive.
“There is a harmony in autumn, and a lustre in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!”
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Bonded together through the roots
Outwards distinct reflections
No men power can untie them
Devoted bonds are forever
W3 – Bond – Acrostic poem
leaves' exquisite glow
the night quickly approaches
strength of letting go
a cue for today's fading
for hope of tomorrow's dreams
A tanka for W3 prompt – strength
Peacing my thoughts
Before the world darks
I forwarded myself into the light
Believing that magic still exits
I hearted my feelings
For a few minutes
The golden possibled my being
Magnetically
I listened to my intuition
And didn’t science my soul
I let go of expectations
I was sevening again
Joining Moonwashed Musings – the prompt is Magnetic
AND
Joining W3 poetry challenge, Melissa‘s prompt is below. The words I’ve chosen are in italics in my poem.
Verb: a word used to describe an action, state, or occurrence, and forming the main part of the predicate of a sentence, such as hear, become, happen.
| about | herself | peace |
| because | high | possible |
| camera | how | science |
| car | industry | seven |
| dark | itself | six |
| despite | late | south |
| entire | machine | speech |
| foot | money | toward |
| former | nice | two |
| heart | other | yes |
Hello my friends, I hope you are enjoying the new season. Autumn started yesterday here in Canada. I’m so glad it was a Sunday and I could sleep in and I had a delicious breakfast which included pumpkin pie and my homemade plum jam. I also decorated the table with a white pumpkin, it is a tradition for me, every year I buy 3 white pumpkins, I keep them on one of my windowsills during the season. I had a wonderful creamy coffee in my pumpkin mug.
The weekend was beautiful, surprising warm for this time of year and wonderful for going out and taking photos.
These are a few shots from the weekend.
Well, a new week is starting, I hope to keep the weekend vibes with me, I know it is impossible, but I’ll try my best.
Have a great new season!
it's six am the moon is up there autumn sky sprinkling dew she's always spying on me warms up my being autumn is pumpkin bonfire scent candles, always candle-light haloed flame it fills my being I'm in awe a warm cup of joy an Himalayan white tea sacred spot these leaves have traveled distant seas to reach me pen and paper by my side safeguarding moments my thoughts and wishes which shouldn't be scattered, lost in this space
W3 – Dormasha poetry form
Moonwashed Musings – Haloed
Tea & Paper 