chofu (Remove filter)
autumn chofu
Under the golden boughs of ancient trees, autumn sighs,
As leaves descend in a swirling, endless ballet,
The earth receives them with a gentle embrace,
withering compost pile.
Tuesday 17th December 2024 12:39 pm
Recent Comments
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on 'What can writers and poets possibly do in the age of Trump, Farage and Starmer?'
11 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on ‘Anthology’ without poems delivers silent swipe at Keir Starmer
27 minutes ago
Holden Moncrieff on Unlearning...
30 minutes ago
Stephen Gospage on ‘Anthology’ without poems delivers silent swipe at Keir Starmer
46 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on The Star Is Shining In Vain
49 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on 'What can writers and poets possibly do in the age of Trump, Farage and Starmer?'
58 minutes ago
Stephen Gospage on The Star Is Shining In Vain
1 hour ago
Stephen Gospage on Unsuitable Activity for Poets
1 hour ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on England Victorious, Sunday 27th July 2025 [Apologies 😊 to William Wordsworth and John Milton]
1 hour ago
Stephen Gospage on Life on Planet Earth
1 hour ago