Autumn Song
The smell of cider in the crisp air,
The songs of geese heading south,
My desire to go with them,
The gift of picking up and leaving;
Instincts leading the way.
But to follow them would mean
No more smells of apples or
Sounds of dried leaves
Crunching under foot;
The gift of the colors…
My eyes would miss
Gold, red yellow, orange and brown,
The crisp, tart taste of an apple
Straight from the tree would no longer
Tempt my tongue.
After hiking through wooded land
I sit on a stump, left from a fallen tree
Too old to no longer stand.
Looking around, knowing this is
Right where I belong.
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(This poem soon to appear in the author's forthcoming poetry collection)
Camellia Stadts is an artistic spirit who loves expressing herself via diverse creative mediums from writing and poetry, to painting, knitting, crocheting, and embroidery. She holds a Bachelor of Arts from Marygrove College in Detroit, where she grew up, which she obtained in her second half of life. Of Polish heritage, Camellia is the mother of two adult children, and delights in being a grandmother as well. Having a strong sense of Mother Nature’s sacredness, Camellia is also an advocate for the bees and protecting our natural habitats. Her poetry reflects her unflinching faith which she weaves through diverse themes, finding meaning and grace in everything from Mother Nature, to the ordinary, through struggles, dark nights, and into the light of the sacred. Camellia’s work has been published in three different anthologies, as well as in online poetry journals. She is the recipient of the 2021 Janavi Held Endowed Poetry & Art Grant. Camellia has recently completed her first full length poetry manuscript, titled Poems Through the Seasons of My Life, which is forthcoming. You may connect with her via Facebook.
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