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Poetry Sunday-Memories of Fall




Memories of Fall



What are the sounds, the smells of fall?

Do you remember them one and all-

The scent of the leaves beginning to fall,

The howl of chill winds and mournful calls.

The crow’s lonesome caw adrift on the wing,

Has me dreaming already of flowers in spring.



 © Donna Donabella 2012




As Fall begins, I am already dreaming of  my garden in spring.   It is easy to get lost in contemplation as I move about the fall garden.  And that is because, in autumn I am planting garlic, moving plants and getting the garden ready for its long sleep.



I am joining in with Poets United for their weekly poetry link up for poets who blog.  Visit them to read some more wonderful verse.

memory of fall collage

I am also linking in with the I Heart Macro meme hosted by Laura@Shine The Divine that happens every Saturday, and with Judith@Lavender Cottage who is hosting Mosaic Monday.  


I am joining in another wonderful meme at  A Spirit of Simplicity.  It is called Tuesday Afternoon where Kara celebrates a nice slow day in a busy week.  Check out her blog and the meme on Tuesday.



If you enjoy reading this blog, I welcome you to share it with others. I enjoy spreading the blog love, and I appreciate all who come and read my blogs. 






Special Note:  The pictures here are again of Beaver Lake Nature Center in Autumn 2010.




I leave you with a few additional words about Memories of Fall.  I welcome you to download the photo and share it.

memories of fall

All other photos and original content is copyrighted and the sole property of Donna Donabella @ Living From Happiness, 2014-2015.  Any reprints or use of other photos or content is by permission only.

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  1. September 27, 2015    

    It is a truly beautiful time of year. Rich, vibrant, exciting – a fitting preparation for the land’s restorative sleep.

    • September 27, 2015    

      Exactly which is why I am dreaming of spring when we awake again with nature….which is what you are doing now my friend!

  2. September 27, 2015    

    O yes those memories are evoked by these colours and these special scents of autumn…..wonderful reminder of this precious time…..

    • September 27, 2015    

      So glad you enjoyed it Catherine….it is a precious time, isn’t it!

  3. September 27, 2015    

    lonesome caw adrift on the wing,…lovely.

    • September 27, 2015    

      As fall continues the crow’s caw is sometimes the only thing breaking the silence…it is an amazing sound…so glad you picked that line to love….it means a lot to me!

      • September 27, 2015    

        You’re welcome…. I can imagine a quiet morning with just the leaves rustling and the crow in the distance….sigh.

  4. September 27, 2015    

    There is sadness of course but the changing seasons are like a huge clock ticking away telling us don’t waste a second of your time.

    • September 27, 2015    

      I do so agree Robin…we can’t get lost in our sadness too long for life still pushes forward and our time is marked!

  5. September 27, 2015    

    the melancholy strain suddenly springs with delight…love the expectation in the last line…beautiful…

    • September 27, 2015    

      You are so amazing as you see that expectation in that line…purposefully placed. Thanks you Sumana!

  6. September 27, 2015    

    The photo really plunged me in the forest…your words made me think how different things are around us as the seasons change – the smell of the air…the movement of the wind…the changing colours…perhaps we remember them when we experience them again or when they are gone – like spring…

    • September 27, 2015    

      I am happy to have taken you deeply into the senses of fall….memories so sweet each time they resurface Jae!

  7. September 27, 2015    

    Yes, as we savor the smells and sights that fall graces us with, so do we also once again dream of spring. It is human nature…but hopefully we will enjoy the beauty that is now.

    • September 27, 2015    

      Always live in those special ‘now’ moments…each season can teach us so much can’t it Mary!

  8. September 27, 2015    

    I love what “Old Egg” had to say! He said it beautifully!!! Here’s to my favorite season…bring it on!!

  9. September 27, 2015    

    I enjoy the scenic landscape of autumn but, I do dread when the leaves fall as I know winter will soon call.

    • September 27, 2015    

      Winter can be a long, desolate, lonesome time….somehow though I gain my strength from those bare branches….I wonder why? Perhaps I should dig into that a bit more.

  10. Bjorn Rudberg Bjorn Rudberg
    September 27, 2015    

    That smell and sense, I felt it walking today in the beautiful sunshine.. a glorious fall, and just like the bulbs I bury, there is some spring in the air.

  11. September 27, 2015    

    How one had missed the colors of spring and yearns for it long before it comes around again


  12. September 27, 2015    

    Just beautiful. This line leaves me longing, as well:
    “The crow’s lonesome caw adrift on the wing”

    • October 3, 2015    

      Crows in fall seem to have that effect on us it seems! I am so pleased you enjoyed the poem! Thank you!

  13. September 27, 2015    

    Love your poem and photos. Fall is my fave season, with its glorious colours……..they are just beginning here, now….so beautiful.

    • October 3, 2015    

      Oh I can just imagine how gorgeous it is there Sherry!

  14. September 27, 2015    

    I also loved what “Old Egg” wrote! Plus I adore the name. That second photograph where we see the distance and the close up square of the woods just knocked me out. Amazing! As one of your commenters wrote: we are “plunged” into the forest. I loved that.

    • October 3, 2015    

      As did I Susie! So happy you enjoyed the poem my friend!

  15. September 27, 2015    

    Beautiful photos and how your words speak so beautifully of fall. I love this time of year and yearn for it in the spring as you yearn for spring in the fall. I enjoyed the words but the photos carried those words to such an amazing level of wow. Kanzensakura is Hayes Spencer

    • October 3, 2015    

      I am so happy to have you visit and thank you for such kind words!

  16. September 27, 2015    

    beautiful. though I’ve not been wondering about the coming spring.

    • October 3, 2015    

      As I work in the garden in fall I seem to see the next year…but just snippets.

  17. September 27, 2015    

    Hi Donna, your poem made me think of how people miss a season and then when we get to that season we suddenly wish for the next season. It’s kind of a universal feeling isn’t it?

    • October 3, 2015    

      It sure is…so I try not to long for the future too much! Enjoy the present….

  18. September 27, 2015    

    And though we each dream of Spring.. we strive to move along with the changes that each season brings.. especially fall.. I believe this is the one season that helps us relate to change.. and adapt as well. Beautifully executed 🙂

    Lots of love,

  19. September 27, 2015    

    Oh, lovely! Beautiful classic feel to this.

    • October 3, 2015    

      Oh I just felt a shiver of delight with your kind words…thanks!

  20. September 27, 2015    

    Ah, we really forget every year the smell of fall, longing to see these colors changing, the wind not so cool, but in these last warmer days, I’m trying remember the kindness of summer…really inspiring your lines, Donna.

  21. September 27, 2015    

    I love the fall and so much appreciate your poem and pictures. They are spectacular. Hope you enjoy this time, Spring will arrive soon enough. Thank you for the beautiful picture you share.

    • October 3, 2015    

      I agree Myrna that time flies…so enjoy the fall now I say!

  22. September 27, 2015    

    Another wonderful post, Donna. The fall photo with the poem written on it, I thought was especially lovely.

  23. September 27, 2015    

    Absolutely lovely! This is one of my favourite seasons, but there’s always a touch of wistfulness about it, too….

    • October 3, 2015    

      Yes Sheryl especially when we see snow on the horizon….

  24. September 28, 2015    

    I like lingering in exactly the details you gather here. I rarely think of spring until February when I tire of winter.

    • October 3, 2015    

      I think as I plan for the garden, I get those little niggles of yearning for spring.

  25. Abin Chakraborty Abin Chakraborty
    September 28, 2015    

    “The crow’s lonesome caw adrift on the wing,”…a stunning line.brilliantly done.

  26. Brother Ollie Brother Ollie
    September 28, 2015    

    yeah – it is what comes after fall that has me worried. Bring on spring indeed!

    • October 3, 2015    

      Yes as we get into the harshness of winter the longing begins in earnest doesn’t it!

  27. September 28, 2015    

    Beautiful Autumn poem. I am a spring and summer person, but I do enjoy the fall colors. Lovely post and images.

    Wishing you a happy day and new week ahead!

    • October 3, 2015    

      It has turned cold and gray so i would say fall is here although I am not ready for this cold weather…..

  28. September 28, 2015    

    Gorgeous, Donna. I miss the changing colors (don’t get that here) so I am really enjoying seeing the colors in everyone’s blog posts! I adore fall…. bring it on! Have a lovely week.

  29. Kerry O'Connor Kerry O'Connor
    September 28, 2015    

    This has a very nice use of rhyme to capture the beauties of nature.

  30. September 28, 2015    

    What a heartwarming poetry and colorful leaves of fall!

  31. September 28, 2015    

    what wondrous colors. like you, my total sensoria is engulfed by the aesthetics of the fall, i too am now awaiting the colors of spring letting the cold of winters breath partake only in my dreams. my aging soul and incarnate being does not bode well with the cold of winter’s hand



    • October 3, 2015    

      I do agree that each year the harshness of winter gets to my poor bones more and more.

  32. Judith @ Lavender Cottage Judith @ Lavender Cottage
    September 28, 2015    

    Our vibrant reds are yet to come, another couple of weeks!
    Thanks for linking to Mosaic Monday, love the collage of red leaves.

    • October 3, 2015    

      Thanks Judith…reds are just beginning on the fringes.

  33. September 28, 2015    

    Your Autumn photos are stunning and I love the words you chose to accompany this post. Did I ever tell you autumn is my favourite season Donna? How about you?

    • October 3, 2015    

      I always love spring and fall…the beginning of the garden and then the end of it.

  34. September 28, 2015    

    Beautiful photos and mosaics of fall. There is a tinge of melancholy with the change from summer to autumn, but I love the energy that autumn holds – such vibrant colors and crisp air.

    • October 3, 2015    

      I agree Lorrie…fall does have such a wonderful energy to it!

  35. September 29, 2015    

    Gorgeous! Stunning photos.
    I hope you’ll come link up at

  36. September 29, 2015    

    The photo of the red maple leaves is pretty and mosaic too!
    As an English learner,it is not so easy for me to read poems in English all the time, but I really like this sentence ” Has me dreaming already of flowers in spring”. Thank you for sharing. Have a good new week ahead.

    • October 3, 2015    

      You are so kind to comment on my poem…we can both dream of spring! Thank you!

  37. September 29, 2015    

    luv your senses of the season changing Donna

    tea and ixoras

    much love…

  38. September 29, 2015    

    Beautiful prose and photos.

  39. September 29, 2015    

    Lovely and right one for fall…except I don’t want howling winds yet.. Not ready…Michelle

    • October 3, 2015    

      I agree but they have been blowing for the last few days now!

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