Wow! When breadcrumbs don't provide the clue, we could be lost! But I've not felt lost while walking through leaves on roads leading away from home. It's been a process in my life, and lovingly expressed here.
Kathryn, I cannot believe that we wrote on the same theme - mine comes tomorrow. Fallen dry leaves used to be objects of crunchy fun to me, but now they remind me of what's to come... the "breadcrumbs" is an intriguing title. Thx for stopping by to see me, too! Amy
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Lovely words and fab photo.
ReplyDeleteAlthough you have written in four lines, this has a tanka-like feel to it. It is a thoughtful evocation of Autumn.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kerry . . . I know what you mean about the tanka 'feel'.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful gloom. Really great imagery in your words. Glad I stopped by.
ReplyDeleteThank you, I enjoyed my visit to your site too. You have a beautiful way with words.
Delete"...like yesterdays breadcrumbs..." Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteWow! When breadcrumbs don't provide the clue, we could be lost! But I've not felt lost while walking through leaves on roads leading away from home. It's been a process in my life, and lovingly expressed here.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your poem ... though I am now craving a hot, moist bread pudding with brandy sauce. The way home -- to my tummy.
ReplyDeleteKathryn--I love this. This time of the year lends itself to so much reflection and exquisite photography and poetry.
ReplyDeleteA reflective time of year for sure. I feel more inspired during fall because it's my favorite. Thanks for the photography and poetry love.
DeleteI too thought it had a Tanka feel..
ReplyDeletePretty!
the last line, that dont lead home leaves a heavy feeling on me...it def conveys the feel of this time of year at times though...that melancholy....
ReplyDeleteExcuse my ignorance, but I have no idea what a "tanka" IS, but I can say "Tanka YOU" for writing this! It's beautiful! So is the photo!
ReplyDeleteYes, a bit of tanka when I read this autumn poem ~ The ending though strikes at sadness, no paths leading to home ~ Good one ~
ReplyDeleteI suppose the ending could be sad, but sometimes it is best to not return home.
ReplyDeleteRoads that don't lead home... sounds forlorn.
ReplyDeleteKathryn, I cannot believe that we wrote on the same theme - mine comes tomorrow. Fallen dry leaves used to be objects of crunchy fun to me, but now they remind me of what's to come... the "breadcrumbs" is an intriguing title. Thx for stopping by to see me, too! Amy
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