Monday, October 15, 2012

Bowing Out

Midnight Snack, Curtis Wilson Cost, 1984

As autumn ebbs toward final bow
and darkness settles early now--
we seek snug fire to fend the chill,
its soft glow shines upon the sill.
The plantings are all reaped and stored
except few pumpkins and stray gourd.
We spend our evenings sharing tales,
while cold breeze hints of winter’s gales;
and fend ourselves from chill and gloam
in light and warmth that we call home.
Well-sheltered behind frost-etched glass
we watch the seasons as they pass
and dream of Spring should Fates allow...
as autumn ebbs toward final bow.

© Ginny Brannan October 2012

Image provided by Tess Kincaid/The Mag.  The Mag #139
Sharing at d'Verse Poets Pub Open Link Night Week #66.


  1. You captured the season perfectly...

  2. would fates allow...spring will come....i love it second to autumn...wish she would hang in for a bit and let winter stay on a good fire too...

  3. Nicely rounded, coming back to repeat the first phrase and underscore the Autumn theme. The rhythm and rhyme work really well and the description of being cosily sheltered from the frost and chill matches the prompt perfectly.

  4. Ginny this is glorious....the rhyme and flow is of my favorites!

  5. I love the brilliant contrast here: "Well-sheltered behind frost-etched glass."

  6. Ginny, a beautiful write. Thank you for your kind words on Facebook. I appreciate it.

  7. All snug as a bug in a rug like a pug that's a thug in need of a hug with this hole I've dug, ugg. That just popped in haha and yeah such a shelter I like until winter takes a hike.

  8. A delightful read... I love the rhyme and rhythm, Ginny.

  9. Ginny; your a tonic! cucoon comfort captured in verse.

  10. This is so beautiful. You capture the season so perfectly. I can almost smell the warm cider.

  11. This really gets me in that "Fall" mood.

    Well done!


  12. I'm looking forward to many nights of "snug fire to fend the chill" this winter!


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