Does autumn — the stirring of the leaves, the crisp breeze — inspire Ashland residents to write? 

It sure seems that way. Several locals sent in their poems about Ashland in autumn, after reading my last post.

Mike Green, former Web editor for the Daily Tidings and Irene Carver, a local resident, both penned                                                                          some autumnal verse:

Fall
By Mike Green

A leaf unhooks its grasp high above
Drifting downward on a gentle breeze
Many mimic the act, but it's not winter
It's just a tease

A couple walking by is showered
By a flurry of subtle signs
Winter is coming but not quite yet
Fall isn't finished painting its lines

Change comes to Ashland, new and bright
Colors abound and artists swoon
Tourists leave, OSF closes
Enjoy the fall, winter is here soon

leaves languish
By Irene Carver

leaves languish
        licking memory
trees teeter
        half bare,
let go, let go
        they brood
wind whirls,
        whistling,  and wanting,
more from us,
        but what?

Fall is not over yet. Send your poems about Ashland in autumn to hguzik@dailytidings.com or post them below.


Photo by Camra Art