A writer inspired by nature and human nature

On my nature walks, I sometimes take a small pad and pencil and jot down word picture nuggets for my poems. Bette A. Stevens

September Morning

North winds whisk the clouds away

Towering  trees in fall array

Purples, golds an firy reds

All throughout Maine’s forests spread

Brook’s a place where minnows play

Dart past leaves that drift and sway

Bluejays chat, expounding tales

Of summer past and coming gales

Starched white towers climb the sky

Reminding all that autumn’s nigh

– Bette Stevens (copyright 9/22/2012)


Comments on: "Autumn Morning in Maine (poetry)" (5)

  1. You put into words what my daily existence is like HUGS
    Such a beautiful piece thank you Bette

  2. Love this beautiful Fall poem.

  3. This is my kind of poetry, Bette. I love the word picture. Yes, it does remind me of New England. Thank you for sharing.

    • Thanks for the visit and the note, Linda! I’m planning a hike up Mount Battie in the Camden Hills with a friend who’s coming to visit from VA. The leaves are getting more lovely each day. Cheers! Bette

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