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Hello Fellow Poets and Welcome!

Tonight is Open Link Night at dVerse which means you get to share one poem of your choosing. It may be an old poem, a new poem, or you may write to one of our prompts you missed this week.

I love this time of year here in Arizona. Although we don’t get a whole lot of leaves changing where I live in Mesa, we are no longer living a block from the sun! Mornings are crisp and cool and evenings are lovely. A perfect setting for sitting by the fire pit, drinking a glass of vino and reflecting on life.

I have been doing a lot of inner reflection on life lately. As most of you know, I’ve had several health issues the last year and a half. I have been poked, prodded and endured a couple of surgeries. All this has led me to trying to understand my path. It’s also led me to taking better care of myself by eating healthy and exercising daily. The cooler weather has made walking and running a real joy. I am so grateful to be able to do so.

With that in mind, what season inspires you the most? Is it spring, when the trees are adorned with emerald leaves? Or does summer inspire you with the warmth of the sun browning your skin? Do you love winter, when the season begs you to bundle up, sit by a fire with a good book and hot cocoa? Or is it now, when cooler weather comes and paints the trees in auburn, scarlet, and gamboge? As for me, I am an autumn baby (October 1st was my birthday) and I love this time of year. It always feels like a fresh beginning.

Here is an amazing poem about the end of summer:


End of Summer


An agitation of the air, 
A perturbation of the light
Admonished me the unloved year
Would turn on its hinge that night.

I stood in the disenchanted field
Amid the stubble and the stones,
Amazed, while a small worm lisped to me
The song of my marrow-bones.

Blue poured into summer blue,
A hawk broke from his cloudless tower,
The roof of the silo blazed, and I knew
That part of my life was over.

Already the iron door of the north
Clangs open: birds, leaves, snows
Order their populations forth,
And a cruel wind blows.

Source: Poetry Foundation

So without further ado, please share one of your poems with us, read and comment, and join in the fun!

Here’s how to join in:

  • Write a poem in and post it to your blog.
  • Enter your name and direct link to your poem into Mr. Linky.
  • You will also find some other amazing poems. Please read and comment.
  • Link back to dVerse so others can find us too!
  • Drop in to say hello in our discussion below.
  • Have fun!