October Snapshot

October Sunset at Lake Sylvia

As every good writer should, I belong to a writing group. I also stumbled on a poetry writing class recently. This week, the assignments for the two groups complemented each other...which was handy, because I found myself intimidated by both tasks. The result is a still life painted in stanzas.

Autumn in the Oven

Light, mottled brown of whole wheat flour

Gives way to richer companions:

Reddish-brown cinnamon,

Nutmeg the color of wet sand,

Ground cloves that look like ant hills and hint of Christmas cider.

Lumps of pumpkin blend with sunny eggs, pale applesauce, sugar and golden oil.

Plops of orangey-brown batter

Bake into golden mounds,

Dotted with walnuts.

Spicy scents waft through a house spotted with sunlight.

The dog soaks up warmth on the deck just outside,

And flames dance in the fireplace

(Not quite necessary, but welcome),

Smoke rising lazily through the chimney

To meet bright autumn sunshine.