To me, the scents of fall are more pronounced than any other season. Around here, it’s the harvesting of sugarcane. This morning the air was full of sweet-scented smoke from burning cane fields. Not good for the environment or my allergies, but I do love the smell.
Another gorgeous mandala! Love that your poem focuses on fall scents. We definitely have those damp smells here in our woods. Finally, the leaves are beginning to change.
As always, I love the mandala and am so amazed by how you consistently find the perfect inspiration. I also really love how you contrasted dry and damp fall with all those specific sensory details. It’s been a gorgeous fall here and I hope it has been your way as well!
Ours continues with that “dusty, hasn’t-rained-in-awhile” though it’s memorable every year, I wish we had some of the rain, too! I enjoyed the contrast, Mary Lee, and your new mandala!
I love that you focused on the smell of fall. For me, it’s all about color and light. But crisp air “spiced up/by crushed hickory nuts…” is wonderful, too. Your mandala is stunning, as always! Are you going to continue this project in 2023?
The scents of fall are usually overlooked — thank you for honing in on them! It made me stop to think about my local smells. I think they are similar to yours. Your mandala project is genius. xo
Mary Lee, your mandala is a beautiful arrangement of color, just like falling leaves. Your poem is filled with beautiful images and interesting smells. I love the scent of cinnamon and my kitchen will introduce the smells of autumn today as I bake and cook an autumn meal.
How wonderful! What a great sensory experience reading this–the damp spicy smells are my favorite. But, I reserve the right to enjoy the baked grass smell…until I sneeze. Ha! Embroidery as illustration. Wow!
Beautiful mandala Mary Lee it goes well with your “Fall Smells!” And nice take on your fall poem to focus on the smells and then contrast the dry against damp and musty– I’d love a whiff of that earthy scent your second stanza’s offering, thanks!
Such a sensory poem, beautiful and a it tells of a change I have seen here, also. We went from terribly dry and HOT summer, to a damp and cool fall. The smells are different. I like your mandala, and the fabric you used reminds me of flying geese, another sign of fall. Thanks for this post. Loved it!
Oh my–I just want to lie down in the middle of this one and wallow, nose up! (Except maybe in the gingko berries). I do love the way your two stanzas mirror and echo each other.
If only there was smell-o-vision to accompany your poem, Mary Lee. I can’t get over your mandala exquisiteness.
(On the other hand, when I write a poem about Smidgey I am glad smell-o-vision doesn’t exist! 😉 )
We focus on visual imagery so often — I love that this poem is all about smells. The crushed hickory nuts and pine needles are like a walk in an autumn forest.
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Oooh, those smells – ” dusty, hasn’t-rained-in-awhile” and “musty, leaves-on-the-ground” – perfect!
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“… a musty, leaves-on-the-ground / smell spiced up …” I love these lines! Really evocative and lovely. Thank you for sharing!
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To me, the scents of fall are more pronounced than any other season. Around here, it’s the harvesting of sugarcane. This morning the air was full of sweet-scented smoke from burning cane fields. Not good for the environment or my allergies, but I do love the smell.
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Another gorgeous mandala! Love that your poem focuses on fall scents. We definitely have those damp smells here in our woods. Finally, the leaves are beginning to change.
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I don’t know what gingko fruits smell like, but I still feel like I’m right there with you – great sensory images!
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I can love how you got me to feel fall dry and damp. Hickory, pine, ginko—so evocative of this special place.
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As always, I love the mandala and am so amazed by how you consistently find the perfect inspiration. I also really love how you contrasted dry and damp fall with all those specific sensory details. It’s been a gorgeous fall here and I hope it has been your way as well!
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Ours continues with that “dusty, hasn’t-rained-in-awhile” though it’s memorable every year, I wish we had some of the rain, too! I enjoyed the contrast, Mary Lee, and your new mandala!
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I love that you focused on the smell of fall. For me, it’s all about color and light. But crisp air “spiced up/by crushed hickory nuts…” is wonderful, too. Your mandala is stunning, as always! Are you going to continue this project in 2023?
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The scents of fall are usually overlooked — thank you for honing in on them! It made me stop to think about my local smells. I think they are similar to yours. Your mandala project is genius. xo
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Mary Lee, your mandala is a beautiful arrangement of color, just like falling leaves. Your poem is filled with beautiful images and interesting smells. I love the scent of cinnamon and my kitchen will introduce the smells of autumn today as I bake and cook an autumn meal.
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How wonderful! What a great sensory experience reading this–the damp spicy smells are my favorite. But, I reserve the right to enjoy the baked grass smell…until I sneeze. Ha! Embroidery as illustration. Wow!
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Beautiful mandala Mary Lee it goes well with your “Fall Smells!” And nice take on your fall poem to focus on the smells and then contrast the dry against damp and musty– I’d love a whiff of that earthy scent your second stanza’s offering, thanks!
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Such a sensory poem, beautiful and a it tells of a change I have seen here, also. We went from terribly dry and HOT summer, to a damp and cool fall. The smells are different. I like your mandala, and the fabric you used reminds me of flying geese, another sign of fall. Thanks for this post. Loved it!
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Oh my–I just want to lie down in the middle of this one and wallow, nose up! (Except maybe in the gingko berries). I do love the way your two stanzas mirror and echo each other.
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If only there was smell-o-vision to accompany your poem, Mary Lee. I can’t get over your mandala exquisiteness.
(On the other hand, when I write a poem about Smidgey I am glad smell-o-vision doesn’t exist! 😉 )
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Love the contrast of the dusty and musty smells, perfectly punctuated by the spices. And that mandala is lovely!
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We focus on visual imagery so often — I love that this poem is all about smells. The crushed hickory nuts and pine needles are like a walk in an autumn forest.
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