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Welcome to the domain different--to paraphrase from New Mexico's capital city of Santa Fe which bills itself "The City Different." Perhaps this space is not completely unique but my world shapes what I write as well as many other facets of my life. The four Ds figure prominently but there are many other things as well. Here you will learn what makes me tick, what thrills and inspires me, experiences that impact my life and many other antidotes, vignettes and journal notes that set the paradigm for Dierdre O'Dare and her alter ego Gwynn Morgan and the fiction and poetry they write. I sell nothing here--just share with friends and others who may wander in. There will be pictures, poems, observations, rants on occasion and sometimes even jokes. Welcome to our world!

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Gold is the color of Autumn

I will always associate the color gold or golden yellow with fall. Most of the leafy trees in the southwest turn gold rather than red, orange etc. Be it the aspens in the mountains, the cottonwoods along the creeks or other small odds and ends of trees. Then the bulk of the fall flowers are golden as well. Here are a couple of my favorite shots, one of aspens in Wolf Creek Pass in SW Colorado and the other of Cottonwoods in the Alameda Park here in Alamogordo. Both gold and contrasting so beautifully with the brilliant blue sky!

And to carry the idea a bit farther, a couple of verses I've written over the years about fall and its gold. Yes, it has always been my favorite season and the sheer beauty enthralls me no end!  These poems are from my huge self-published book called Mother-Daughter Lines where I put together my verses with some of my mother's that I discovered after she had passed when I was going through her things. All verses are copyrighted! Well, actually every word that I write here is under the law.

         Autumn Gold
Gold is the color of autumn
   The flowers, the leaves and the light.
As green is the color of summer
   And blue is the color of night.
Pink is the color of springtime;
   The color of winter is gray;
But I love the gold of autumn
   And wish the color would stay.         
                        GMW 18 Oct 63

The aspens march in golden ranks
encircling the mountain's flanks
and wait in martial silent rows
while overhead the fall sun glows,
washing with gold, in wild excess,
aspens' parade in autumn dress.

Within a haze of golden trees
  a stream sang golden songs
I dreamed and hoped that I had found
  the spot my soul belongs.
The cliffs were rust, the sky was blue
  and gold was bridged between
to fill the air and fill the earth,
  for me, their Golden Queen.
                         I & II C: 1990

          Fall Reflection
Golden haze of autumn days
That lead the heart in peaceful ways
And hold the winter’s roars at bay, 
Above the mountains, far away.
Wandering by lazy streams
Where drifting leaves echo the dreams
Of happy past and future sure
With summer’s bounty stored, secure.
A time to savor and reflect,
Enjoy what one must oft neglect—
The sense that when all’s said and done,
One is all and all are one.    

Against a brilliant autumn sky of blue
The trees aglow reflect the gold
Of low beamed sunlight, spread
Across the land. A benediction
For the day, thanks for the
Bounty here at hand.
Those leaves that briefly cast
Their colors proud against the
Steady march of winter, gray and cold.
Stark and sure, invading, conquering,
Comes winter, even here it comes.
But for now, against the brilliant
Autumn sky, the trees glow.
          GMW C; 1997

     Autumn Haiku
Indian summer maiden
Decked in turquoise:    
     Autumn’s bright blue days.
                        GMW C: 1976

1 comment:

  1. All are beautiful but my favorite is Fall Reflection. :) Thank you for sharing them.