Author: aimnotboy
magic of golden copper hues
peeking out of the greenery
faithfully right on time
we are to savour with consternation
of missing Spring but still
blessed before the cold blankets
the landscape
seasons come and go but
provides the beauty of colours
craved for
peeking out of the greenery
faithfully right on time
we are to savour with consternation
of missing Spring but still
blessed before the cold blankets
the landscape
seasons come and go but
provides the beauty of colours
craved for
(44 words)
Merril at d'Verse with Quadrille #113 - blankets
Beautifully serene and vivid, Hank. This is excellent poetry, and your abilities always astound me, especially with how you entwine imagery in your words. It's a gift. I enjoyed reading this piece, it's a wonderful take on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteTo "savor with consternation" is a thought-provoking phrase. I do like this season: not summer anymore but gorgeous and not yet winter.
ReplyDeleteLovely words and great photo to go along with them. Nicely done quadrille.
ReplyDeleteFunny how autumn comes without anyone having to remind it or start it!
ReplyDelete"faithfully right on time"
ReplyDeleteSeasons are by no means man made.
Thanks for dropping by to read mine Hank
Much💖love
Tick tick tickriffic writing.
ReplyDeleteThis was beautiful friend, seasons keep passing is life rolls on. Charmingly melancholy poem.
ReplyDeleteThat is exactly why I love autumn, Hank, the ‘magic of golden copper hues’, a blessing ‘before the cold blankets / the landscape’.
ReplyDeleteEach season does indeed provide its own beauty, and you've captured it skilfully here.
ReplyDeleteThere is magic in the vivid colors, despite the passing of the spring. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteI do love the colors... but it lasts so very short
ReplyDeleteThe colors are a balm in the cooler darker days.
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