Autumn is splashing out its colors, giving away her best dead leaves, feuilles mortes. If I would describe Fall to you as the season with brownish-orange dry leaves, would I get your attention?
Dead leaves, dry leaves, faded, brownish-yellow.
Feuille morte, sun’s promise captured in amber.
The spicy scent of cinnamon steaming from childhood’s pumpkin pies. Crunching in my mouth to the cadence of feuille mortes underneath my feet.
Nightingale in Autumn
Masked by a philamot leaf,@PatFurstenberg
Its faded hue a match for the grey plumage
Of the Philomela perched behind, on a twig –
Or was she hiding, aware of her tune, a heavenly image?
Philamot, sometimes spelled philomot, is another word describing autumn’s yellow-brown foliage (feuille).
I hope you will return to my blog for more autumn colors and words.
Speaking of words and seasons, you might like to sneak a peek inside my Christmas Haiku book: