Tuesday, August 30, 2016

The Tuesday Platform

Welcome to the Imaginary Garden...

The Messenger of Autumn ~ Paul Klee (19220
Public Domain


“But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.”
 ― Stephen King, Salem's Lot

Greetings to all poets, friends and toads. Summer arrived in Southern Africa this week, with temperatures reaching 30C (86F)... sadly, Spring barely gets a look in. Are the winds of changing blowing in your part of the world too? Luckily for us, the climate in the Imaginary Garden is always temperate, which makes it one of my favourite places to be all year round.

Please join us today with your choice of poem, relax and enjoy the company.




12 comments:

Magaly Guerrero said...

We are moving towards fall, just a few weeks away... I can't wait!

Jim said...

We have had a taste of "Climate Change," formerly called the now politically incorrect, "Global Warming," for most of our summer. That would mean huge dumps of rain with accompanying record flooding along with hotter temps. Yes, wilder swings in temperatures, this winter was very cold.
That may be my topic for tomorrow but I'll sleep on it, letter ally, for now.
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brudberg said...

Yesterday felt like autumn, and the mornings are down to 10C so I think we are falling at the moment.

Posting a poem based on a list of words i got...

Anonymous said...

I felt an autumn chill early this morning, although the sun is shining now, dappling the blinds. i think I'll go out for some fresh air soon and make the most of the day.

Gillena Cox said...

Okay so you with your Summers and Autumns have left me no choice but to write of my RAIN in hot days of sun. That's it folks; all we have in the Caribbean in T&T, are wet day of sun and dry days of sun; TWO seasons. But the blue birds are plentiful nearing September, and the morning clouds are losing their yellow for bluish tints instead. All i got folks. Our season of RAIN started early this year late May and continues until November/December

Should have posted my poem on the weekend but i held it to Monday and linked it to today

Have a nice Tuesday in the garden

much love...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Hi kids, we are moving into fall here, always my favourite season with its gorgeous colours........also a relief from summer heat. Looking forward to reading the blooms in today's garden!

Anonymous said...

London is playing fast and loose with the temperatures - on the rise again but I sense weariness in the season's finale. Maybe that is why I am struggling a bit to keep up with so much creativity in the garden

Stacie Eirich said...

I'm with Gillena on seasons of heat & rain -- we are now in that period of daily afternoon thunderstorms and weekly hurricane watches. Oh how I do wish for Autumn, but it comes very late here and we don't get the fall colours...
I'm linking up what I think will be my final "novel inspired" poem share for a while. Hope you enjoy, and aren't tiring of seeing writing from it! It's where I'm "living" now. :) Stacie

Timoteo said...

Hi Toads! The first signs of autumn in the desert are here--the days are still hot but the nights are cooler. Best time of the year!

Susie Clevenger said...

No autumn here yet, just hot august and rain. It is good to be back to the garden. My husband and I had a wonderful trip of music and friends.

Outlawyer said...

Hey Kerry--another short short story, which is a bit longer than a poem, but shorter than a normal story. Hope okay. Thanks. k.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Sorry, the (2) on my link is a mistake. I've posted no (1) here.

Spring is being tentative here: lovely days alternating with bleak and overcast. It hasn't been a bad winter, but I'm sick of it anyway! My cat and I like to write our poetry outdoors. :) (I write; she provides subject matter.)