Sips of Wine from The Grapevine: Autumn Leaves Are Driven by Jo Elizabeth Pinto #PoetryPlace

Autumn Leaves Are Driven

by Jo Elizabeth Pinto

The autumn leaves are driven

As subjects of the wind,

In flocks they race together

Where he would have them go.

Like crowds along the sidewalk

They hurry on their way,

Tumbling on each other,

Impatient at my feet.

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This poem was published in the October 24, 2020 #412 issue of The Weekly Avocet.

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Apples of Gold


“Timely advice is lovely, like golden apples in a silver basket.” (Proverbs 25:11, NLT)

The turbulent times we live in require us to look at our changing world in new ways if we hope to find the blessings that will sustain us. The short, easy-to-read vignettes in this book focus on sifting the true and positive out of the grit and grime of daily life.

Like the abundance of apples we can choose from to satisfy our varying tastes, there are different kinds of stories in this book. A few are specifically about the Coronavirus; most are not. Some mention God; most are as practical as they are spiritual. There are even some poems sprinkled in for good measure. All of the pieces are intended to help readers seek strength and joy in the challenging days that have come upon us. 

Delve into the silver basket and find the golden apples that await you.

Jo Elizabeth Pinto was among the first blind students to integrate the public schools in the 1970’s. In 1992, she received a degree in Human Services from the University of Northern Colorado. While teaching students how to use adaptive technology, she earned a second degree in 2004 from the Metropolitan State College of Denver in Nonprofit Management. These days, she freelances as an editor and a braille proofreader.

As an author, Pinto entertains her readers while giving them food for thought. In her fiction, nonfiction, and poetry, she draws on personal experience to illustrate that hope is always an action away.

Pinto lives in Colorado with her husband, her preteen daughter, and their pets.

About Patty L. Fletcher

Patty L. Fletcher lives in Kingsport Tennessee where she works full time as a Writer with the goal of bridging the great chasm which separates the disAbled from the non-disAbled. And as a Social Media Promotional Assistant. She is the owner and creator of Tell-It-To-The-World Marketing (Author, Blogger Business Assist), and is the published author of two books, Campbell’s Rambles: How a Seeing Eye Dog Retrieved My Life and Bubba Tails From the Puppy Nursery At The Seeing Eye: Volume One. She can also be found in two anthologies which are, December Awethology Light And A Treasure Chest of Children’s Tales. See her latest book, Pathway to Freedom Broken and Healed: How a Seeing Eye Dog Retrieved My Life Second Edition in eBook and Paperback at: Find it in various accessible formats: See her Facebook business page: Patty loves receiving feedback about her work. So, drop her a line any time at:
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5 Responses to Sips of Wine from The Grapevine: Autumn Leaves Are Driven by Jo Elizabeth Pinto #PoetryPlace

  1. What a lovely poem, Jo. This is just how they are here at this time – I walk through them on our pathway through the woods – they are so colorful and make a carpeting of us to walk through. Lynda


    • Patty L. Fletcher says:

      Hi Lynda and Jo.

      This was King Campbell’s most favorite time of year.

      He would seek out the most extravagant pile of leaves alongside the verge he could find, and plunge right in nose first!

      I once scolded him saying, “Bubba, the person who raked those up is going to be most displeased with you for scattering them.”

      The next day, when we passed by, he started for the pile again and as I went to pull him away an old man’s voice floated to me on the autumn breeze saying, “Bubba, you go right ahead in and don’t listen to your mother. I raked those specially for you this very morning.”

      I love the autumn leaves.


      This poem brought a smile to my heart.

      Patty L. Fletcher

      Self-Published Author and Social Media Promotional Assistant


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      Food For Thought

      We all are the Light, automatically. So we really don’t have to go too much further than that. We all have a Light within us – it is the Soul; it is that spark of God, of the Divine, that activates our consciousness.

      -John-Roger, DSS

      Source: New Day Herald website


    • That’s another nice image, a carpeting. 🙂


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