windfalls
of apples and grace
rain down like colored paper
and autumn leaves
shards of stained glass windows
frame soon to be October sky
from the harbor, I rise
with wild winged geese
in triumphant shouts
of love
and streaming eternity
within our grasp
thecourseofourseasons 
A lovely Autumn stained glass window. Beautiful, Kathleen!
This is absolutely splendid! ❤️ I love the way this poem brings October closer 🙂
love the windfalls of apples and grace – such abundance freely given to us – this poem makes me now long for fall and all its beauty you describe so lovingly
I love the ambiguous title, the paper and stained glass windows that suggest colour in your autumn quadrille, Kathleen, and those ‘wild winged geese’ – I want to fly with them too!.
Gorgeous leaf colour and a wonderful poem!
Colored paper and stained glass windows. What a beautiful image of Autumn
What a wonderful title! The whole poem feels to me that it encompasses the “largeness” of the change of seasons and all that it entails.
Gayle
The image of autumn leaves as shards of stained glass is wonderful. I also loved that freedom of rising with those geese in triumph.
-HA
I admire the autumn with : shards of stained glass windows.
Your ending make me want to fly with the geese. Great to see you Kathleen and hope you are well.
Fall of Auburn Leaves
Harbor
oF to:
Nostalgia
in Hot Chocolate
FL Homecoming First
Loves/Cold Fronts Under Blanket Breeze
Chilling Together Humans Warming
Climate Change
so many
Harbors
Now A
Way From: Love
You paint beautiful pictures with your poetry! … and streaming eternity within our grasp. Well done.
Hello agin–your voice has been missed. Terrific shift between stanzas; ever see a documentary called FLIGHT (I think). A photographer in a lighter than air flew with the flocks, then added classical music. Your poem hit me in the same way.
Oh I love you taking me here! It reminds me of Mary Oliver who wrote of geese and all the natural world in Cape Cod. What a wonderful response to “harbor!” So glad you posted to the prompt! The colors, and the feel of autumn arriving.
great opening. I’m surrounded by apples at the moment – looking at them with different eyes, now.
Oooh! I fly with you! This is a wonderful poem for imagery; you appeal to the visual, to the auditory, but also to the kinesthetic. Bravo!
Such lovely lines to begin a wonderful poem!
“Windfalls
of apples and grace”
It is good to see you back. I love this poem. Perfect description of autumn and grace.
The way you describe the apples and the colors make me believe that autumn is the perfect place to be… so great to see you linking up again.. hope you are well