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The book of Fall has opened,
its leaves dry, cracking
each spread a cacophony of color
mountains pixelated yellow, magenta
horizontal spines
of still lake and sky, cyan saturated
the climax, the falling away
trees mostly bare,
a breath held
before winter’s bright black and white.
This poem first appeared in Echoes Across the Blue Ridge (Winding Path Publishing, 2010)
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Karen Paul Holmes won the 2023 Lascaux Poetry Prize and received a Special Mention in the 2024 Pushcart Prize Anthology. Her books are: No Such Thing as Distance (Terrapin, 2018) and Untying the Knot (Aldrich, 2014). Karen's poems have been featured on The Writer’s Almanac and The Slowdown, and have appeared in numerous literary journals. A freelance writer who also teaches adult creative writing at John C. Campbell Folk School and other venues and conferences, Karen founded and hosted Writers’ Night Out in the Blue Ridge Mountains for many years and has hosted the Side Door Poets in Atlanta for more than 13 years. Learn more about her at www.karenpaulholmes.com.
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mvp:
That is a lovely poem!
Posted 10/04/2010 11:12 AM
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MicaelaOlmos:
That's lovely.
A lovely poem.
Thank you
Posted 10/04/2010 07:48 AM
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Buckner14:
And those fortunate enough to live in the Blue Ridge experience this glory every year!
Posted 10/03/2010 07:17 PM
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marenomitchell:
Stark and lean, yet strongly evocative, "Autumn Story" is complete with a perfect metaphor. Thanks for posting Karen's poem.
Maren O. Mitchell
Posted 10/03/2010 12:43 PM
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Ginny C.:
Nice poem. I especially like its first and last lines. I am looking out across a lake at the trees on an island, just starting to turn gold and rusty red as I read this poem and write this response. The poem does a good job of capturing this seasonal view.
Posted 10/03/2010 10:48 AM
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