of a pristine october morn


Photo: Victoria Slotto

Photo: Victoria Slotto

of a pristine october morn

blue glass sky, cloud-
less, diamond dew-studs,
shimmering hoar frost

leaves blush at branches bare
bold crickets cry frantically
singing last-chance choruses

a flagging rose scatters petals
before winter’s advent
and i watch life slip
from between my fingers

Written for Kim’s Quadrille prompt at dVerse Poets’ Pub–asking for a poem of exactly 44 words, using the word cloud.

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26 thoughts on “of a pristine october morn

  1. Truedessa says:

    I felt the life slipping through the fingers, it feel like that sometimes…

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  2. Miss Stacy says:

    beautiful work of art.
    yes, seasons are the times in our lives. we must spend them carefully.

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  3. claudia says:

    oy – that one is very moving victoria – the last line made me swallow a bit – there’s so much beauty in fall – yet also the decaying and dying – carpe diem!

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  4. October Skies of Northern
    Florida.. respite from
    all stuff
    humidity..
    including clouds..
    but sure.. i Love
    Equinox
    September
    sunset colors
    too..
    clouds
    paint and
    brush as canvas..:)

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  5. before winter’s advent
    and i watch life slip
    from between my fingers

    There is the sense of loss even regret when watching slowly of winter’s approach. Very true Victoria!

    Hank

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  6. Bodhirose says:

    I too love your “blue glass sky” and “winter’s advent”, Victoria. The last couple of lines feels a bit ominous but I understand the meaning.

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  7. whimsygizmo says:

    Such beautiful descriptions and word choices here, Victoria. I especially love: “bold crickets cry frantically
    singing last-chance choruses”

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  8. “a flagging rose scatters petals before winter’s advent” leaves me with the impression of true joy and contentment even as that life ends and enriches the soil for the next blooming.

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  9. So beautifully written as the first frost arrives with the clear skies.

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  10. rosemawrites says:

    oh wooow. this is breathtakingly described piece!

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  11. maria says:

    Beautiful imagery, indeed. I love the presence of time in this piece. 🙂

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  12. frankhubeny says:

    Life does slip through one’s fingers. I liked the photo with the different colored leaves. I wonder if a branch had died on the tree.

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  13. Brian says:

    Everywhere life slips away only to be renewed in the next cycle of growth.

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  14. A gardener perhaps? Beautiful narration. The roses are only sleeping 😉

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  15. It’s autumn, and life slips through the fingers… but life is being lived fully in this poem.

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  16. Grace says:

    Opening lines are beautiful images of autumn Victoria ~ Enjoy the pristine morning before winter’s advent ~

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  17. You aren’t letting life slip between your fingers at all – you are noticing the moment so clearly, loving life by doing that. Beautiful.

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  18. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    Whistles! ❤️ Victoria this is absolutely exquisite 😀 love the progression of autumn and the image of “a flagging rose scatters petals before winter’s advent ❤️ Sigh.. beautifully poignant.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  19. The beauty of fall… yet the last lines a reminder. Love the progression from the beauty to that reminder… like a leaf, crumbled between fingers.

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  20. Wonderful imagery! I especially like “last-chance choruses” and “winter’s advent.”

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  21. […] prompt will be up at 12:00 PT, but I learned that the word for today is “cloud” from Victoria who has access to the prompt earlier than I do. But I wrote the first draft of this Quadrille […]

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  22. This morning as I left the house I stopped to enjoy my lantana, which are still blooming as if fall was not here and winter not far behind. I was thankful that this crisp October morning for the remnants of summer. I did not gaze at my flagging roses, which I deadheaded of wet, moldy buds just yesterday.

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  23. Oh beautiful and very Much linked to the October of our lives as the leaves begin to slip.

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  24. lynn__ says:

    The flagging red rose pricked an image of fading with age…

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  25. Sue says:

    Oh, don’t watch life slip away, seize the day!

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  26. lillian says:

    Oh, what a wonderful way to begin my morning! You had me with “blue glass sky.” And I love the words “winter’s advent” — yes, all signs are bringing winter…and like advent, we are in a season that knows its approach. Happy Monday my friend!

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