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Beautiful to walk amidst the rust
and gold restless leaves dancing
across these Pennsylvania streets,
my Yankee windbreaker almost
enough against the biting breeze.
Something about autumn nights
makes me remember long ago
fall hikes in Cutters Woods
with my brother, Joe, or shivering
down Milwaukee's Wisconsin Avenue
with my college girlfriend, or at
the Jersey shore watching waves mirror
the last light of summer. Tonight
I walk with my wife and our dog
in apple air past an orchard
ripe with fruit soon to be pressed
into cider to sip warm before a fire
wrapped in a blanket of family love
as winter waits in the wings.
© by Edwin Romond.
Used with the author's permission.
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Edwin Romond is a poet, playwright, and composer. Now retired, he taught English for more than 30 years in Wisconsin and New Jersey. Edwin's award-winning work has appeared in numerous literary journals, college text books, and anthologies, and has been featured on National Public Radio. His newest collection, Man at the Railing, from NYQ Books, recently won the Laura Boss Narrative Poetry Award. A native of Woodbridge, New Jersey, Edwin now lives in Wind Gap, Pennsylvania, with his wife. Learn more about him at www.edwinromond.com.
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Anastasia:
I felt like I was walking with Ed!
Posted 10/18/2022 01:27 PM
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DVincentiPoet:
Love Ed Romond's work. No one better.
Posted 10/17/2022 07:17 PM
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Lori Levy:
Beautiful and sensual.
Posted 10/16/2022 05:09 PM
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CamilleBalla:
A nice walk among the autumn colored dancing leaves. Apple air. Nostalgia. Soon-to-be cozy nights, Makes me want to take that walk SOON.
Posted 10/16/2022 11:25 AM
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KinVT:
Everything a poem is supposed to be & do: evoke emotions & memories, touch ones heart.
Absolutely beautiful.
Posted 10/16/2022 11:23 AM
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mail@schoolbusmart.com:
As winter waits in the wings nice alliterative ending to a pensive poem.
Posted 10/16/2022 09:03 AM
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Michael:
This poem is so delightfully sensory, Edwin. Thanks for the invitation to come along!
Posted 10/16/2022 08:52 AM
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Pat Brisson:
I could almost smell the "apple air." Thanks for this lovely portrait of the season, Ed.
Posted 10/16/2022 05:57 AM
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