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October Morning (poem by Bette A. Stevens)


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

October Morning

by Bette A. Stevens

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

 

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Fall Contest Time


 

Fall Contest Time.

Harvest Haiku



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Already autumn seasons us, with darts
of scarlet fallen leaves and crispy air.
The nights befall us earlier. It starts
to hint of winter brevity. Compare
the light at 6 PM to just three weeks
ago, and note the recent rain that made
adobe-colored gutter water, leaks
in old garages, rivulets of shade.

Already fall approaches. I should fix
the broken, reinforce the frail, replace
with prudence and prepare myself for six
months on the other side, but I’ve a pace
too skewed right now – intention aimed elsewhere,
exposed to elements of self-repair.

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THE MAINE COAST & POETRY TOO!

Liberty


Patriot's Poem

Liberty.

A poem for patriots

What Treasures Contained……….


A treasure of a poem

What Treasures Contained………..


In Poetic Form…

Candy Fountain (Ethereal Asparagus) Poetry Challenge


Shelves of candies and cakes

Shelves of candies and cakes (Photo credit: Sifu Renka)

Candy Fountain (Ethereal Asparagus) Poetry Challenge.

OH, SO SWEET… POETRY

A Poem for Summer’s End


Aster alpinus

Final Performance

by Bette A. Stevens © 8/29/2012

While asters, purple tutus donned

With velvet yellow crowns

Ballet to cricket violins,

Sway tiptoe in their gowns;

A golden orb in treetops rests

The stage a soft pale blue

And I among their audience

Too soon must say, “Adieu!”

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