Green the rushes by the lake
and green the oak leaves hanging
still through lashing rain
and through the gale that scatters
the golden dust of summer
the red and russet debris
of another fading year.
night and the stars
air summer warm
but the leaves are still falling
tomorrow we will tread
on a golden carpet
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.
Ronovan’s challenge this week is a writerly one. Or at least that’s the first possible meaning. Have a look at his blog for the original takes on these two words.
The golden leaf falls
I muse on summer’s passing
Muse guiding the pen
the poem flows a river
words bright as diamonds.
and a third one just for fun.
Amuse me, you said
pending the jury’s verdict—
I ran out of jokes.
In the square
a smiling girl bends and sways
pirhouettes for the crowd
her eyes half-closed
to better hear the gasps of admiration.
Jackdaw cocks a jet-bright eye
a burlesque tumble of sleek black wings
to dance amid the golden rain
tossed from the ragged skirts of autumn trees.
The crowd applauds
the girl beams
jackdaw preens a glossy plume
while the fiery dance of the trees goes on
for as long as there are trees with leaves to cast
more precious than pearls before swine.
Ein OIKOS[TM]-Projekt gegen Antisemitismus, Rassismus, Extremismus und Fremdenfeindlichkeit.
Mad woman from mediocrity, muses.
Writer & Photographer
of a son
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Poetry of a changing Earth. The grief is real--so is the hope.
Inspiring others through the written word, fictional blurbs & documenting my writing process from scratch.
occasional musings of an itinerant seanchaí polishing his craft online
The Things That Are In My Head.
offbeat words for you...
Just writing what's on my mind
AS HUMILDES OPINIÕES DE UMA MULHER DE CORAGEM QUE DIZ SIM À VIDA!
a place to smile
My journey through photography
Inspiration and Spirituality **Award Free**
≈ fictionalpaper / piccoloscissors / creativeglue ≈
Philosophy is all about being curious, asking basic questions. And it can be fun!
Not a literary magazine for ordinary times, but a journal for an exceptional one. Writing the pandemic, together. Image, Somewhere in Time by Hengki Lee: Instagram @hengki_lee
Running in the slow lane
It started as a 366 - now a regular Photoblog- just for the love of taking photos and sharing them.
I talk you talk we'll talk
Promoting mindful living
A r t w o r k . . . f r o m . . . . . . H a m b u r g . . . . . . . . . . . . . G e r m a n y
October and November 2019
"Words are all we have" Samuel Beckett.
sharing the stories of interconnection
Jottings of a Storyhound