Archive for October, 2009


What was it that I saw?
A bird fluttering to the ground?
No, just a leaf that released its hold.
But, oh, what a leaf, to deceive
my aging eyes.
I should have known,
with such pungent scent in the air.
Burning leaves casting their aroma
on the gentle breeze that tickles
the hair on my arms.

What was it that I heard?
The wings of a bumblebee?
A faint hum, unlike the hurried
buzz when touring my garden’s bouquet.
I feel the fan of his tiny wings
as he lights upon my arm
to investigate my perfume.
He spreads tired wings to the sun,
then after a few false starts
he soars off in his last flight.

What is that fragrance wafting by
on a current of autumn air?
Sweet and beckoning.
Brilliant carmine jewels
hanging from bare umber arms.
Their succulent sweetness teasing
me to bite into their aromatic
jackets. A rivulet of juice slips
over my lips, as my pallet is bathed
in rich drops of nectar.

Autumn, seducing my senses.

4/28/96 Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

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Indian Summer


When summer waltzes into fall,
she does it rather slow,
reluctant to let go.
I’ve often seen her stop and stall,
giving joyous warm days . . .
Indian Summer haze,
as autumn spreads her gorgeous shawl.

9/9/04 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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A Cinquain for fall


     petals flutter
          from the peach tree blossoms,
               forming a fragrant pink blanket

2/29/96 Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

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This poem is the form of a Neville and thank you to http://www.PrairieGardens.com for this frightful pair of scarecrows.


Sad old scarecrow, tattered and torn.
I think I heard him cry,
or did the wind just sigh?
No wonder poor old thing’s forlorn . . .
no duty to uphold —
he shivers in the cold,
in his summer clothes, thin and worn.

9/9/04 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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