Carol A. Hand
Gentle Autumn Light
A cool breeze whispers
The blooming translucent clematis dances
Captures sun creating moving shadows below
Children are on their way to school
Passing by on the sidewalk now
Lost in thoughts perhaps dreaming
Of things to come
Let them find
This poem was written in response to an assignment for Writing 101 – to count words in order to learn how to convey ideas as simply as possible. It turned out to be a fascinating challenge. After thinking about the myriad of ways it could be approached, I was at a loss. It wasn’t until I sat quietly on my front porch, drinking my morning coffee, that the ordinary beauty inspired me. When typing out the words that flowed, I decided to take the assignment literally. Each line increases by one word, and then decreases likewise. Like the sights of my brief morning reflection, brief memories of one unique experience are recorded in a bubble of time.
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