I watch the rain fall,
a forest of steel shafts,
spear-straight and deathly cold,
to lie in trembling droplets
in a petal’s curved embrace.
Beneath cold autumn rain,
the last of the roses, swaying gently,
let scented petals fall,
drifts of sweetness
where the blackbirds fuss.
In this butter yellow light,
silent fall the golden leaves
against a sky blue as summer,
robins’ eggs and forget-me-nots.
Remember this when frost furs
in frigid white
our winter world.
Reblogged this on O LADO ESCURO DA LUA.
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This is fantastic.
Thank you! I’m glad you like it 🙂
You painted a beautiful picture with your words.
Thanks, Bernadette 🙂
This is one of the best of yours I have read!
Thank you! Oh, it was nothing, she said, blushing wildly 🙂
Blush away but this was a seriously excellent poem (as though I know what the hell I’m talking about ….)
And as if I know what the hell I’m writing about 🙂
Surely it doesn’t matter a fig the consciousness its more the contents of the heart, the soul and the sub conscious that produce works of merit or genius. This is one
Oh. I don’t know what to say except thank you. I need a boost now and again. No fear of getting a swell head.
No need for words …. I think I have told you before, I only EVER say what I mean – it’s a rule. Consider yourself boosted and of entirely normal head size!!!!
Thank you 🙂
“our winter world.” Yes, and I love winter. Soon he will come, so let’s enjoy life. Thanks for the poem, God bless you Jane. 🙂
Thank you 🙂