Poetry Blogs (2018, autumn)
The fluttering of the autumnal flags
clinging onto the last hope
of the now distant summer
brittle and brown they hang on
for dear life to their arboreal home.
The bark, it protects and guards the
living trunk against the bite of the
Northerly wind while the leaves
they suffer stoically the chilly breeze.
One final breath, and they are pulled
from their earthly space...
Friday 16th November 2018 9:34 am
An autumn in November
Looks like a crying dame.
Afraid to lose her temper
She is in the oldest game.
A modest dress she wears,
She loves the melodrama,
She wants to see who cares
And stays in the nirvana.
She cries because of feelings,
She sadly looks around,
She hides her every evening,
The sorrow she has found.
Angry with her reflection,
She rarely looks at puddles.
Saturday 10th November 2018 2:51 pm
Before I go
Let me drink this rich wine
Let me sing my delight
This gold red dawn has promise:
vibrant with the cold sun
vanishing valley mists
leave damp spider web to shimmer
mistdrops on the long reeds
and ungathered lawn leaves
against the muted green of wet grass.
This amber morning has perfection:
wonderfully wooded leaf tints
Monday 22nd October 2018 3:01 pm
The color of my mood is autumn.
It’s high time to write a poem…
The sights are marvelous and amazing.
Some trees are just blazing.
Like an artist the nature paints.
Little by little the warmth faints.
The trees are razing their leaves,
More often the weather deceives.
Guess, what could you impress?
When autumn weaves a colorful dress!
What frightens us in a fall?...
Wednesday 17th October 2018 5:25 pm
He watched the leaves float
in the pond
windmoving on the surface
drop-pitted by rain,
leaves, orange-brown against the black depths
He watched the leaves stick
to the patio
wetgluing to the slate
slickened by the storm,
leaves, orange-brown against the black stone
He watched the leaves move
on the trees
wildwaving off the branches
leafstripped by t...
Friday 12th October 2018 2:25 pm
curling wrought iron
and a poet
his foot jiggling
as he gesticulates
shines on wet roofs
on house walls
the sea is rising
Sunday 7th October 2018 9:41 am
to golden leaves of beech
from my bed
as airdew clouds over the hedge
rise and vanish
as the eastern horizon above the valley
is lost, sunk
beneath dawndrifts of mist
not yet warmed to fade
beneath the clear blue sky;
the uncut grass of the dew-wet lawn,
cool promise as
the cusp of the...
Friday 28th September 2018 7:56 pm
I hear the pitter patter outside my window
So soothing and melodic to my ears now
The rain outside is pouring down
Creating a melodic soothing sound
I again start to finally breathe
As this cleansing process sets me free
The noise it makes charms me
Often helping me see clearly
I long for Autumn to soon come around
It's the rainy season, I have found
The water trickling from the sky
Saturday 8th September 2018 11:20 am
Low early autumn sun
a lone long strand of spider silk
stretched across the window glass
above a tiny downy feather like a snowflake
shivering in the breeze
Wednesday 5th September 2018 9:53 am
Below the incurious sheep on the hill
that stare at me as they endlessly chew
The sun is warm and I perch on a stone to watch quietly
As it is reflected off the surface of the lake:
the part not covered with pond weed
where flies dip and buzz
dragonflies and damselflies dart
Tuesday 4th September 2018 2:46 pm
Autumn leaves through the front door.
The frightened leaves of the cherry trees
Flee with the aid of the wintery breeze
Get caught up in the metal frame
Of the iron gate that stands tight shut.
Their autumnal hues and end of the year
Brittleness complete the picture
Of the end of one season
but also the beginning of
a time of renaissance.
Monday 26th February 2018 3:13 pm
The rustle of the leaves in the air so dark
The black color of the autumn falls
The whistle of the wind, cool and covert
The striking chill, or lack thereof
The brightness of the moon that shines dull
The freshness of the invigorating air
The comeliness of the sky in bloom
The absence of invalid existence
The want for peace and quietude
The calmness and almost everlastin...
Friday 2nd February 2018 3:13 am
The sky in the evening has a
Red tint, a glow
Hot air balloons float by, all
Is tranquil and slow
Already the colours are changing
On the bushes and trees
And the conkers are falling in
The gentle breeze
Let's walk the country lanes
Kick leaves up high
No more wayside flowers
They just wither and die
Make the most of the wild weather
We Have enjoyed today
Thursday 4th January 2018 2:15 pm