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Friday, September 9, 2011

Autumn's Dance

She'd say

It was so near to the end of September,
not a cooler fall day us olde folks can remember.
Some fields still stood full with wheat's golden tops,
The meadow lay bitten by the first seasons frost.

Now, I can't tell you how many times I have sat
 listening, trying to focus my view
I would shudder once as my gram went on to tell
and she'd say

The fires were lit, to take off the chill
Outside trees were blazen, orange and red topped the hills
It was on this day, this crisp fall morn,
a new baby girl, my child was born.

I can remember
There she'd be sitting, her in her rocker,  me at her feet
She'd pause just long enough to take a sip from her tea
Start rocking again and go on to tell
she'd say

The years went on by and the seasons did change
With each new September, the young girl she did age.
From a young girl to a woman in no time at all,
There seemed a connection between this woman and Fall.

Now the picture grew vivid in my mind as hers
another sip from her cup, I'd rustle up to my knees
and she'd say

Another fall day much like the first,
I witnessed a miracle, the miracle of your birth
The fires relit, to take off the chill
Your mamma, my daughter, you child, her first


Another pause for a sip and to reminisce
she'd rock a bit more and go on to tell
she'd say

Even though your sweet mamma was called home that day
She left me with something, her sweet child to raise
She went on her way to dance in Fall's Leaves
Your mamma, my Autumn, my heart she'll never

She dances her dance, when the leaves float on down
from the mountaintops to meadows
her colors abound.

Autumn's Dance

written by Traci Stoddard

Please meet Autumn
a plain and simple prairie doll
handmade by me, she's 18" tall

Dress in the colors of Fall
Patched and Mended
Pin-Tucked Apron and All

Autumn can be purchased for $30.00 plus Travel Fare.  She will arrive signed and dated by me, her maker.

Autumn's Blessings to All,


  1. Chills and tears again! I just got them visiting the Cranky Crow and now your beautiful story, Traci! Your art obviously transcends the boundaries of needle & thread - so talented! ~*~Lisa

  2. such a delightful, heartfelt vignette Traci...just beautifully written...and Autumn is beautiful as well. Have a wonderful weekend.

  3. So cute! Love the little outfit.

  4. Beautiful~ yep~ I am with Lisa~it is a teary eyed night in blogland~
    Autumn is lovely~

  5. I love your doll, so prim perfect. Hugs, Lecia

  6. Oh my Heck Traci....now you got the waterfalls flowing again. This is too, too, bittersweet. Is it true??? Autumn is as sumptuous as her season's namesake....Your creations - both with needle and thread - and word - are amazing and heart-stopping...Hugs ~ Robin

  7. Hi Traci, great job on the poem and the doll!!