Print #28: Fiery Orange Autumn Tree

A fire has consumed this autumn wonder. Burning brightly, its orange flame signaling the peak of the season. An orange carpet of vibrant autumn leaves has surrounded its trunk, creating a perfect color match that only nature can orchestrate.

Inspirational Poems

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
George Eliot

Fallen Leaves
by Deane P. Goodwin

Evening approaches, gentle breeze blowing
My chimes ring a bittersweet song of fall color
chanting prayers and singing
Praises of the circle

Renewal awaits in the colors of the sun
Rising to the heavens on Golden Eagles' wing
Prayer defined as action defined as prayer

The wheel turns
In the center stands, unmoved, the Mother
Guardian of love and life
Nurturing arms upraised for all

Life in the spiral
Leaves, the sacrifice
Labyrinthine dance conjured by ancient Shamen
In amber salute to the dream

Promise, made on the smoke of Autumn's fire
Recognition of
Truth handed down so long ago

Leaves from golden
Become
Green
Alive
And we sing
Praises of the circle

Fond Autumn Memories
by Becky

Sunflowers nodding farewell,
To the sweltering summer sun.
Pale yellow corn stalks whispering,
In the cold north wind.
Canadian Geese chevroning the gray sky,
Honking their way southward.
Pumpkins, ripe on the vine, sparkling with frost,
Beneath a round harvest moon.
Leaves patch working the earth,
Covering the frostbitten grass with a multicolored crazy quilt.
Fat-cheeked red squirrels scurrying,
As they gather nuts for their larders.
Mums boldly flaunting crimson, orange, and yellow blooms,
Oblivious to the coming winter.
Hay wagons carrying lively teens,
Carousing in the golden straw.
Crunching tangy-sweet apples,
Smothered with rich gooey caramel.
Bon fires reflecting warm flickers,
In two lovers glowing eyes.
Mallards resting among the cattails,
bobbing on the lakes silver surface.
Michigan has given me,
Many fond Autumn memories.

Love's Fire

As the cold seeps slowly in
And the warmth once there fades,
How does one continue on?
To move members frozen solid,
From lack flowing essence of life,
Can one’s inner yet again blaze?
When love embrace is broken
In withering words and flat gaze,
Does miscommunication freeze
One’s senses and frost the ears?
Solid ice encased tongues
Can only speak cool riddles
Of desire’s wish for company.
Could it be, that you’re the fuel
To rekindle the dormant embers
Of Love’s sleeping fire.

Robert L. Bixler III