Winter Months Fireside Wordplay Poem

The dark cold hinterland between the Northern Hemisphere’s late autumn/fall and winter is here. A perfect time for fireside retrospection and wordplay.
On the second day of #mYm2019 here is the first poem to wordplay the embers of months with those of fires, as far as I know.

mistYmuse Reflection, Fireside Connection

Nov-ember, Dec-ember
dying embers of year?
preceded by Sept-ember.

like night’s end, sitting around fire

spent remembering past
of life and ancestors?
Imagination, Creation

Autumn Leaves Fall Mirror Poem

Here’s a new Folding Mirror poem inspired by the changing season; going to the Rose Tattoo concert, listening to Nick Cave again, as Rose Tattoo vocalist, 71-years-old Angry Anderson, being so engrossed in the music reminded me of the end of Nick Cave’s 20,000 Days On Earth movie (embedded below: especially the last few words about his creative process), and how rock n’ roll should be; and posts on WordPress by those who’ve visited here and I’ve visited there in the last week.

Planetary Journey Around Star, Rings In The Changes

I could live
until summer’s return
hanging in air
moving with wind
within September leaf
riding its veins
with views of
green, yellow, red, brown

but its waving last goodbye,  to its sun cloudy sky

blue, grey, white, orange
falling to ground
remembering budding by
sourcing photosynthesis light
spring was magical
everything was new
but winter’s cold
means colours fade

 

Poem of Aerodynamic Samaras in Autumn Skies

Image via Wikipedia

The seeds of Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem have been spinning around in his mind since last autumn, when he saw what he knew as a ‘helicopter’ flying down from tree to Earth.

Autumn Skies Provide Inspiration for Poetry

It was on a nice sunny day walking on Otley Ridge funnily enough, where J.M.W. Turner is thought to have found the inspiration to paint Hannibal Crossing the Alps during very different weather; a thunder storm.

After a little research (mostly on wikipedia) for the poem, Marc learnt that the ‘helicopters’ are seed carrying fruits more scientifically known as samaras, and other ‘nicknames’ include whirlybird, spinning jenny and polynose.  These helped form the lower half of the poem.  Here it is:

Autumn Air Spins Summer Samaras to Equinox Earth

in spring we emerged up high
branches provided home and shelter
all summer we drew strength from the sun
seeds of elm and hoptree in the centre
maple and ash to one side
hidden away amongst leaves
mostly unnoticed
until the time arrives to release and fly
sad to leave, but we carry future growth

from  the canopy we are freed for one flight

spin for distance, more wind means greater range
each of us flying to provide future trees
delighting humanity
whirlybird on strong wind
helicopter rotates in a dizzy state
spinning jenny dances in tune with the season
polynose dives down en masse seeming to race
to Earth’s cradle we fall
and rest hoping our seed survives