September Thoughts

As I sit and wonder where summer has snuck off to my mind happily glides towards September thoughts. I so much enjoy the Autumn months and September blends its’ warm days and cool nights together gently. The garden is still giving late tomatoes, the sedum is alive with desperate bees. It is not unusual to see a shock of yellow leaves from the beech trees.

The squirrels have decimated the acorn and beech nuts leaving the nut husks to cover the back lawn. Hummingbirds used to be at my feeder all summer long. They have left but the feeder remains for those late comers flying south for winter.

Some of the best seasonal poetry is for Autumn. Like my post entitled October I often think of poems when painting or designing. One such poem caught my eye as I was reading poetry written by Emily Bronte. Here it is entitled Fall, leaves, fall

Fall, leaves fall

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.

I love this poem, stark and embracing the change to come. The lines “Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.” stands on their own. I have paired the phrase with one of my autumn leaf pictures (also featured on my Colorful Birch Leaf). I hope you like it.

Colorful autumn leaf photograph with a line from Emily Bronte's poem.
Emily Bronte’s Fall, leaves fall poem was inspirational.

I hope you enjoy your autumn season too. The winter is not very far away now. When spring finally arrives we can have our autumn dreams too look forward to. For now I enjoy sharing with you my September thoughts.

If you enjoy my picture above, it may be of interest you to know you can purchase blank cards and postcards.

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Largest City of the Dead

The eruption of broken teeth
simple monuments scar the eye-
adorned with blue tile and faces

guard the gateway to salvation.
The vision of death is shrouded
in an endless blister white view.

Before the king of Jews birth
mortals cradled in muslin wrap
were caressed by hennaed hands.

Shadows of mourner shuffle,
soft plaster dust rises
causing a crust of tears on cheeks.

As Death’s sister Sorrow wails,
the mullahs call the next occupants
of Wadi al-Salaam to pray.

@L.M. Gildersleeve

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Amniotic Recall

Once buoyant as jellyfish,
they now submerge
their legs in turquoise

Old enough to fear water
spindly limbs reach-
nostrils raised as snorkels,
hope to remember lessons known.

Seven years later their minds
try to recall dark silky fluid,
music through thin membranes
and the human cradle.

@L.M. Gildersleeve

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Inspirational October is full of promise with the colors, smells and feeling in the air. I search for inspiration in nature as do so many other artists and writers. One particular pairing I’ve wanted to do is Autumn and the American poet Robert Frost (1874 – 1963). Robert Frost’s words from his poem October and my own surroundings outside my window gave me the spark to create this mixed media piece.

October - mixed media
Mixed media piece October. An homage to a poem by Robert Frost of the same name.

October is a mixed media piece using acrylic paints, Sharpie pen, torn paper and construction paper. The bright red, orange and gold background is reminiscent of Autumns colors. A black crow flies from a bare tree. On the bottom of the piece are two leaves fallen over a paper that includes a piece of the Robert Frost poem October which you will find directly below. I hope you enjoy the Autumn season and appreciate change.

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
To-morrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
To-morrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow,
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know;
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away;
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.

If you enjoy this mixed media piece I have created blank greeting cards to sell in my Lasgalen Arts store on



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Daffodils in Winter

You see them available for sale in the market, banks and home improvement stores in January. Closed pale cream buds on slender green stems held together ten in a bunch by a rubber band. Daffodils in winter make me happy. My husband knows that roses don’t impress me on Valentine’s Day as much as daffodils in winter do. The first organic vibrant yellow light that emanates from daffodils in my home is such a moral booster.photograph of daffodils

In this cold season
when ice on the river cracks
yellow buds bring hope.
– L.M. Gildersleeve

I pose the flowers in full bloom in various vases for effect. Dark colored backdrops make the blooms glow brightly. Daffodils create a showcase as beautiful as any painting would do and I enjoy capturing daffodils in winter.photograph of daffodils in bloom

“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
“Winter is dead.”
-A. A. Milne

photograph of daffodils

“The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our hearts
well out of proportion to their size.” ~Gertrude S. Wister

photograph of a daffodils in a clear vase

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