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An Autumnal Picnic

An Autumnal Picnic

Crimson leaves cascade softly from trees,
the family gathers on a checkered spread.
Grandpa’s eyes twinkle like the setting sun.
His tales cozy, like a cup of warm cider.
A gentle breeze whispers nostalgia,
the scent of fond recollections wafting.
Shared laughter fills the air,
while the descending sun tints the sky in hues of orange.
This instant seems everlasting, a cherished memory to become.
An autumnal picnic with grandpa, elegantly uncomplicated yet profound.
In the tranquil dusk, affection and joy are everywhere.

Poem © 2024 booomcha.com
& Kymber Hawke

Written in response to Kevin’s NTT:


This poem is in response to Kevin’s No Theme Thursday: 06.27.24. I was so inspired by the pictures! Maybe you’d like to try, too! 🙂

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65 Comments on “An Autumnal Picnic

  1. Grandpas are precious. In their time they are special and when they leave the fondness of their memory lingers. I didn’t have the privilege of a Grandpa, both mine passed before I was born. My hope is my Grandchildren will have fond memories of their ‘Zeydeh.’ (Yiddish for grandfather.) Blessings, Kymber.

    1. They are precious indeed. I so agree with what you say about after they leave, the fondness of their memory lingers. 🌺🩷 I’m sure your grandchildren will definitely have fond memories of you. I love “Zeydeh.” That is awesome. Blessings to you as well, my friend.

  2. My elderly parents, 80+’s, just had come for a visit. I could see him in this poem of yours. Your flowing autumn words filled my heart with fond memories and of a family reunion next Fall 2025 with my family. First time in 30 years. Thank you, Kymber. You always lighten my heart 🙂 <3 CJ

    1. That is so exciting about your family reunion! I bet you cannot wait! And I’m so glad your parents were able to visit and that this poem resonated for you. It means so much to hear what’s going on with you. I really appreciate you sharing. 🌺🩷

  3. Beautiful poetry, Kymber. It brings to mind memories of my grampa (my mom’s dad) playing his accordion and singing Norwegian folk songs to me and my sisters when we were kids. Good times. 😊

  4. Oh wow, my dear KymberNoodle, you did a bang up job with this poem in response to Kevin’s prompt! So exhilarating! You go girl! 🤗🙆🏻‍♀️😘🥂🥰

  5. As someone who favors Autumn so much, this was a poem I really enjoyed, Kymber. I know my Grandfather appreciated the cooler weather (and cider!)…maybe that’s where I got it from.🙂

    1. LOLOL I wondered that after I posted the comment, but I’m a newbie, I reckon. LOLOL

      I’m glad you liked the poem. I will come back to your site right now.

    1. hahaha! I laughed when I saw you using that word. 😀 😀 Thank you so much for making me laugh. And thank you for your kind words about the poem. I am glad you enjoyed it. 🌺🩷

  6. Kimber,

    What a lovely poem! It takes me back to the days we’d spend at my late in-laws in southern WV. They had the purrfect place. On weekend summer visits, we often built a campfire to roast wieners and marshmallows with our kids. As early evening turned to night, we stayed around the fire enjoying time together. Sometimes, we’d sing songs but most of the time we share conversation. It was always so nice. Those fond memories are like warm embers wrapping us with love from those no longer with us until we can see them again. Thank you for the beautiful poem and for visiting my little niche in Blogosphere. Have a boogietastic week, my dear!

    1. Hello! I’m so glad to see you! Thank you for your lovely words. 🌺I’m really happy the poem reminded you of such lovely memories. We sang around the campfire, and had long conversations, too.

      I love that! You have a boogietastic week, too! 🌺

  7. Your poem paints such a vivid and beautiful picture of peaceful autumn scene, filled with warmth and nostalgia.
    The image of crimson leaves, the gathering of family, and the twinkle in Grandpa’s eyes resonates deeply. It captures not just a moment, but a feeling of cherished memories and the simplicity of profound connections.
    Thank you for sharing this glimpse into such a beautiful and heartfelt experience.

    1. Thank you so much, Willie. I am so happy this poem resonated with you on a deep level. That’s how I feel about it, too. I cherished my grandparents so much, even as a young child. I wanted to make this feeling stand out in this poem.

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