Sunday, September 29, 2013


The countryside is ablaze with autumn leaves

Red, russet, burnt sienna before the freeze

They burst forth shedding their verdant glory

Renewing life it’s like a newborn story

Gold leafed splendor by the painterly brush

The colors are life changing, rich and lush

T’is time for you to make changes, too

Throw off the old mundane cloak, renew

With crimson red for enthusiasm as trigger

Embrace the passion with new found vigor

Vibrant yellow for courage and laughter

It’s a new outlook that you should be after

The angelic blue sky every true and serene

Exudes cool confidence, fosters dreams

Golden orange is ablaze, warm this year

With your outgoing nature that’s clear

It’s not quite winter, some green remains

A preferred color of genius, never the same

And pink-tinged forest buds remind us

Romance is forever charged with love

A new season, a new life changing time

Take a cue from autumn leaves’ prime

Change your colors and your attitude

Don’t get stuck in the gray latitude

Move into a colorful spectrum today

Open up the rainbow and begin to play.

Polly Guerin Author: Cooper Hewitt Dynasty of New York (History Press 2012)

Saturday, September 21, 2013

BITTERSWEET REFLECTIONS Autumn 2013 (c) By Polly Guerin

Life can be bitter and sweet at the same time

Like the woody vine its berries cling and climb

Its prolific orange and yellow berries system

Resembles weapons of judgment and criticism

It does its worst in a blaze of autumn glory

Like life’s complaints it’s the same old story

Its thick leafy vines overtake trees and shrubs

Even grasses eventually succumb to its rubs

Smothering other participants like the leafy vine

You too may over-compete an take over in time

Don’t let tempers flare up under any phase

In a few weeks the woods will be ablaze

Producing a mixture of pain and pleasure

Bittersweet resembles life in every measure

Yet its perennial beauty makes a pretty wreath

Instead it is peace and harmony we seek

Take a new path, adopt a fresh perspective

Don’t let cliinging vines curtail your exit

Every bittersweet memory brings a treasure

Discards pain and renews pleasure.