Autumn Together

This poem is the first installment of a four part series, chronicling each season of the year. Each poem is an original work written collaboratively by Antoinette Landragin and myself, Preston Dudley. In essence, and to keep the intro simple, each poem will be written based on actual experiences each of us has during that particular season -- nothing more, nothing less. Starting with Autumn, and then continuing through each consecutive season.

Autumn Together

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When Shooting Stars Answer

I hold no preference among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous....Love flowers best in openness and freedom.  ~ Edward Abbey

Autumn's flowery bounty

notice the mountain's summit shadow

the sort of stuff dreams are made of

Wishing On Shooting Stars

It is pleasant to walk over the beds of these fresh, crisp, and rustling leaves. How beautifully they go to their graves! how gently lay themselves down and turn to mould! -- painted of a thousand hues, and fit to make the beds of us living. ~ H.D. Thoreau

Picnic Table Forts

What wealth it is to have such friends that we cannot think of them without elevation. And we can think of them any time, and any where, and it costs nothing but the lofty disposition. ~ H.D. Thoreau

The Priest Wilderness, Three Ridges Wilderness, George Washington National Forest, VA.

The quintessence of magic

Frozen Head State Park, Crab Orchard Mountains, TN

The essence of happiness