For this Sunday’s prompt, we were asked to write about the harvest season. I gazed at a picture of Riley playing in fall leaves during her first Autumn, and the words fell like the proverbial fall leaves. Please check in at Sunday Scribblings to see other poets! Amy
HARVEST OF SIGHT AND SOUND
She was three
and had never seen falling leaves
never heard the crunch as crumpled tossaways
made munching sounds under her feet
“Mommy, where is the sand?”
Ah, Puerto Rico
The only land she had known thusfar
We had moved back to my hometown
“The beach is far from here, mi nena
Look above at the sunshine
streaming through the colors!”
She said it looked like a rainbow, una arca de iris
My daughter fell in love with Fall
and she a September baby, born on Labor Day!
We left behind the everyday glare of the tropics
for a land of constant change and atmospheric delights
© 2010 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
Sharp Little Pencil 
Old Grizz
The love for your daughter shines through like a ray of sunlight piercing the clouds.
Sharp Little Pencil
Grizz, is it that obvious? (blush) Yes, she is the queen, la reina, and not in a spoiled way. Child of a single mom for most of her life until I remarried when she was 9. Knows the value of a dollar. The first complicated word she recognized was “Clearance”!!!
I tried to post a comment on your “field of dreams,” but it would not take. Said that if you build it, they will come – and if you build with integrity and heart and a lot of soul, you will be all the better for the building. Loved your piece, and I thank you for visiting. Peace, Amy
April Belle
This made me feel all squishy inside… 🙂
I grew up hearing those terms often from my great grandmother… Reina, mi amor…
Now that I have a little dude of my own, I hear myself often saying the same…
Thank you for such a lovely, inspiring read this harvest morning…
April
Sharp Little Pencil
We lived in Puerto Rico for only a year and a half, but Riley came back bilingual, as did I. Unfortunately, like any muscle, one must keep it flexed, and gradually, only the occasional espanol is spoken in our home. But I remember crossing the street: “Dame tu mano,” and all those little things. Back then, Riley was called by her given name, Laura, which immediately became “Laurita” in PR. Thanks for letting me know there’s another mom who’s trying to pass it on, and thanks for the lovely comment.
Pasa buen dia, Amy
pamela
Amy, I love how you interjected the Spanish in this piece.
Beautiful.
Pamela
Sharp Little Pencil
Muchas gracias, mi amiga! Peace, and thx for stopping by a lot! Amy
tracey k. in ohio
through the eyes of a child. very nice 🙂
Sharp Little Pencil
Thanks for stopping by, Tracey – and thank you for the kind words! Now it’s my turn to check out your blog… Peace, Amy
Umamaheswari Anandane
your daughter inspired you to write a beautiful poem 🙂
Sharp Little Pencil
She’s an inspiring person – and I thank you for seeing where the inspiration comes from! See you on your blog! Amy
Reflections
Beautiful! so much awe from the eyes of a child, to see the majestic beauty of changing seasons. ‘like a rainbow’ so profound for one so young.
Sharp Little Pencil
She did indeed say that, and she knew that “arca de iris” meant rainbow. Wish we had kept up with our Spanish after leaving PR.
Thank you for visiting – now I will return the favor! Amy
Old Egg
How much we learn from our children as they contemplate the world. What joy it is to observe their reaction to the wonders of the world.
A beautiful loving post.
Sharp Little Pencil
Thanks for stopping by my blog! I loved your comment, and yes, it’s true; we learn so much from them. It’s back and forth, like the old song, “Teach Your Children Well,” which shows both sides of the lesson…
Amy
Jingle
labor day grand baby, how cute.
lovely harvest poem.
Sharp Little Pencil
Thanks, Jingle. My daughter is always near the top of the “pile of toys” when it comes to poetry ideas. And that picture… if only my blog would show it, she’s running around in cutoff overalls, so darn cute… A