The grass now brown is covered in leaves Freshly fallen painting the yards in rainbows Covering the roofs and filling up the eaves Bright and vivid as the new bloom of a rose
The chimneys releasing their sweet incense As the Sun sinks lower in the steel gray skies You know that winter shall soon commence And Autumn will soon say it's good-byes
And winter's sleep will claim the mighty oak For it will snooze until the dawn of spring When the Sun removes its cold winter's cloak And once again we shall hear the birds sing
The world once again will turn green New lives will spring gaily up all around Fresh blooms will add color to the scene And life will begin again from the ground
Very, very nice scene-painting with your imagery, R. Steven! Easy-going, slightly nostalgic pacing, too, makes this write a calming, thoughtful treat! Well done!
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
Love Tinka