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“Final Performance” A Seasonal Transitions Poem by Bette A. Stevens


As summer comes to a close in Maine, autumn breezes usher in The Pine Tree State’s new season… These Fall Asters along the roadside inspired my poem “Final Performance.”

Fall Asters Closeup for POEM bas 2019

Final Performance

 

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!”

 

© Bette A. Stevens, Maine author

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Christmas Poinsettias, are they flowers?


Watch this awesome video!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aSWx128RgbE

Dear Kitty. Some blog

This video is called How to fold a poinsettia flower, origami.

But … are the originals on which the paper copies are based, really flowers?

From eNature Blog in the USA:

Are Christmas Poinsettias Really Flowers—Or Something Else?

Posted on Monday, December 02, 2013 by eNature

Poinsettias seem to be everywhere during the holiday season— schools, homes, offices and everywhere in between.

But how many of us have seen a poinsettia in the wild? And what’s a plant doing blooming right as winter is beginning?

Just where did this plant come from?

What Exactly Is A Poinsettia?

It’s lot more than just a pretty flower (more on that below). In the wild, poinsettia (Euphorbia pulcherrima) is a shrub or small tree, ranging in height from 2 to as high as 16 feet. Originally a native of Mexico, the plant has been introduced throughout the temperate regions…

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Celebrating Summer’s Cessation with a poem…


I love nature and usually have a little notepad and pencil with my on my nature walks. Nature is inspiring… I was resting and reflecting down by one of my favorite spots, a lovely little brook nearby.  Suddenly a few golden word nuggets grabbed me when I spotted the fall asters dancing in the breeze. ~ Bette A. Stevens

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Take a Sunday drive through the White Mountains any day of the week!

 

Folsom Mill Studio/Eunice Miller

HOP IN

Let me take you along my favorite stretch of roadway and you will see NH all decked out  in her finest!

One section is 32 miles with NO GAS.  It’s OK, I promise not to run out.

Ready?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Look at those COLORS just up ahead.

 

 

 

I want to show you  something that makes NH special

We are spoiled by  so many of these bridges,  throughout our state.

Let’s check out the river, I did tell you before that there is GOLD here.

 

 

 

 

OK Jump back in let’s check out a few more spots of color.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Let’s keep our eyes open,  MOOSE ARE HUGE!

 

 

 

Let’s pull off and check out the lake

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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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PLACES I LOVE…


ACADIA NATIONAL PARK: America the Beautiful right here in Maine.

Liberty


Patriot's Poem

Liberty.

A poem for patriots

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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