watching the rain drip from the trees each delicate droplet slides then glides across leaves once supple now fading into dormant and forest green is burnished amber playing as hues of a loves caress and it is moisture positioned sensually upon the sturdy branch’s hardened bark absorbing the wet and a mossy coat parts seductively inviting that look to turn and gaze deeply, serenely longingly beyond what was and before what then into an incredible delightful season of sensation sacred moments so deeply embedded breathing is gasped and quickened then prolonged in deliberate tantalizing tincture of flushed cheeks and rosy lips bitten and savored passionately repeatedly intended to entice this fall
Deb, good to read your work again. this poem draws me in with the flowing language that seems to twist and turn like Autumn leaves in the wind; it is as alive as the heightened season itself. btw, thanks for stopping by my den as well. Dawn
Glorious. You have captured the feeling I stopped to breathe in
as I was walking back up the hill from the mailbox this afternoon.
Lime and lemon and gold was peeking at me from behing the house,
and the pale orange-wine of the dogwoods. . .uh, oh. See what you started? I feel a fall poem coming on, too! Probably suffer by
comparison, but that's okay. October is wonderful, isn't it?
T h a n k y o u !! 'Pea' <3
luv the images flowing into each other ... made the experience vivid and most stimulating ...
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on November 5, 2005
I always wished for a pen such as this, to be able to grasp the loviness of simple nature and to give it a live other than it's own. I hardly ever attempt it, it is embarrasing when I do. I surely liked this.
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
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Regis
love the Fall season
so much to write about it
thanks for sharing
William .....Love & Peace
vesna :)
Well done!!
Love Tinka
Felix
as I was walking back up the hill from the mailbox this afternoon.
Lime and lemon and gold was peeking at me from behing the house,
and the pale orange-wine of the dogwoods. . .uh, oh. See what you started? I feel a fall poem coming on, too! Probably suffer by
comparison, but that's okay. October is wonderful, isn't it?
T h a n k y o u !! 'Pea' <3
Best regards,
Leland