Autumn is a Transient
~by Maude O. Cook (my grandmother)
When Autumn spreads her crimson
Along the wayside trails,
And distant, fluted mountains
Are wearing soft blue veils;
When days are crisp and heady
Then is the time to go
To flaming slopes and by-ways,
Rich with prismatic glow:
For Autumn is a transient,
And soon she will depart —
She leaves behind the beauty
That is captured by the heart.
Thank you so much for sharing!
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Thanks for stopping by to read it, Olivia. Her poetry means so much to me.
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Robin how wonderful to have a poem written by your grandmother. This is beautiful!
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Thank you, Iliana, it’s so true! Her poems are my treasures.
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What a lovely description of autumn and made even more beautiful by your connection to the author.
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Thank you, Marlo!
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I love this, Robin! Did you grandmother write other poems? How wonderful to have this treasure of hers. xo
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Les, yes, we have a book of her poems! My most treasured book! I wrote a blog post about her poetry when I first started this blog. You can read it here:
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