cut copper

At first light 

A burnished bronze horizon

peels back the moonlit sky

revealing ambient scenes 

cut crisp by autumn air

relinquished,they fall;

blushed coppers,

caught on a breeze that weaves

swirling like a river

through the bare limbed trees

they flow all around the woodland

to settle upon the ground

a carpet of cut copper pieces

the autumns rustling sound.

🌷 (3)

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Comments

DESMOND CHILDS

Sun 12th Nov 2017 08:56

Thank you Colin and Keith for your comments, they are both very much appreciated


Thanks des

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Colin Hill

Fri 10th Nov 2017 11:08

your poem Des had me looking at images of copper verdigris and all the wonderful colours the process of weathering produces - not quite 'burnished' but mossy perhaps and not out of place in your autumn woodland. Nice poem, thanks. Col.

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keith jeffries

Fri 10th Nov 2017 11:00

Desmond, You have encapsulated the fullness of autumn in a poem of great beauty. Thank you. Keith

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