Autumn in Vermont
Natural beauty
Drastic changes everywhere abound
foliage erupts in a symphony of colorful sound
a tray of crisp maple leaf cookies
crunching underneath your feet
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Sugar shacks boil away
filling the dark of morn
with the sweet scent of the forest’s life-blood
while the sun glistens on maple trickling
from the taps on trees
long rooted in their mountain niche
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The lush, living forest floor
all a slick green wash of
activity and fervor
even the flora extends to
meet the sun
fiddlehead ferns and
the last morning glories
dance in the light
with fragrant raspberries
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A muskrat fights a
chittering raccoon for a
fish he caught that afternoon
the deer watches as she drinks
and strides away when the bobcat slinks
down the mountain into the breeze
striking up fear, sending its plentiful prey
scattering to the changing winds
K.B. Silver
I haven’t yet been able to visit the beautiful state of Vermont. My husband, though, is from there and speaks of it often and fondly. He talks about the spots in the woods he and his friends would visit, the plants and animals they saw, and the weather they encountered—the idyllic nature, minus some of the human problems.
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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Comments (4)
Such a beautiful, sensory journey, I could almost smell the maple and hear the crunch of leaves.
Such a cozy, vivid piece! I could smell the maple and hear the crunch of those leaves. Your husband’s memories gave this such warmth. Also I love how you painted a place you’ve never been. 💖
Beautiful poem! I've always wanted to go to Vermont, everyone always speaks so highly of the nature!!
Made me think of "Moonlight On Vermont" by Captain Beefheart, but yours is beautifully calming. The Beefheart song is an aural attack with sharp knives.