Fall colors in Ashland
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
