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Still Autumn
The yard is silent now.
Ebbing sounds of crickets
faded into nothingness.
An occasional blue jay scolds
but this morning, hides.
Howling winds ceased.
Leaves lie hushed in mounds,
huddle in the cold. Walk
among them, kick, crunch
just to hear nature’s breath again.
Today, our dVerse Quadrille Hostess, De, asks us to use the word KICK, in our 44 word poem. Having raked leaves all morning, I couldn’t escape this theme. I will be back to read after finishing in the back yard. Please join in. The link is open all week.
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 
Beautifully written 👏👏
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It’s like the perfect autumn song. The collection of words reminds me of those sweet clusters in Honey Bunches of Oats; the best parts of a season all stuck together in one delicious bite!
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I love this, but your page is so dark at the top I really struggled to read it. Once I managed to, it was gorg
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fun image: “just to hear nature breath again”
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There’s something very satisfying in those last lines, for me. Nicely done!
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I love the transition from hushed and huddled to a crunchy kick!
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I love how the quieting down makes the occasional sound of a scolding blue jay echo before it goes into hiding – a beautiful autumnal verse Victoria xxx
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I love that sense of being hushed is so much autumn.. it’s a state of mind for me right now.
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I was confused by your website? I did read this…but the page looked a little different….just wanted to say I loved it!
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It could be because you have Google as a host and I used to, though now I use WordPress. Sometimes Google hates on me and won’t let me post a comment using WordPress so I go ahead, use the old Google site and hope you find me through the Link. :0<
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Oh how I love this. You’ve captured that lull at the end of the fall season…where nature is quiet except for the sound of our feet shuffling through her fallen leaves…a lull before the aching cold, howling winds and snowstorms. Well done!
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Beautiful Imagery!
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From silence to sounds…love it
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I love how you emphasised the silence of the yard at the beginning with the leaf sounds at the end, Victoria – a perfect framing.
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I love to kick the leaves….lovely, as usual, Victoria.
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A lot of rain takes the crunch out of our rogue leaf piles;but your poem, your yard was fun to visit. Summer brings mosquitos–winter the tons of leaves; sigh.
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Love the crunching sound of fall leaves. This makes me want to run outside and kick some leaves.
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Nice, I’m still waiting for mine to come to me😑
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Been raining here all weekend so I would love to hear nature’s breath again ~ Take care~
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“Leaves lie hushed” — so beautiful.
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Nice… Always love your nature writes.
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I liked how the leaves “huddle in the cold”.
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The storms over the weekend pretty must stripped the trees. There are a few leaves but most of them area sodden mess on the ground so I dont even get the satisfying crunch when I walk over them. More a splutch. And I am sure raking them will be a beast – so maybe they will just be mulched in that last mow of the season.
The thought of the crunch being natures breath is pretty cool.
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