the sky is holding
magpie tales no 32 photo and monday poetry train revisited no 98
What’s the Weather Like? The Sky Is Gray….
Everyday Journal. day two, page two
already i’ve missed quite a few days from my ongoing everyday real life journal. funny how something that appeared as a new and exciting challenge slips through my hands as the sands in an hourglass. remembering dorothy, a prisoner in the bad witch’s castle, i shudder at the horror of time quickly passing…
summer breeze blows cool
around the corners
down the long narrow and wide ways
cool summer breeze comes
whispering wonders caught by
shivering leaves, swaying branches
nestled in between the unperturbed
comes fast quickly
the blowing of autumn
fickle leaves falling
turning brown from green
crunch the sound erases summer
well done,
summer breeze, autumn leave, these are beautiful!
hi jingle, thx for stoppin by…. soon very soon all the leaves shall fall…
Lovely piece. We sure didn’t feel many cool summer breezes in my neck of the woods this year. Looking forward to fall!
And fall they will – lovely words – your work is taking on a new dimension and I’m liking it!
i can feel the breeze through this poem. lovely work
Beautiful! Welcome to the poetry train!
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I loved this small poem about season’s change – very apt for this time of year and a good take on the hourglass image
Beautiful poem. I can taste the changing season.
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Leaves falling – symbolic like those sands in the hourglass. Beautiful job.
‘turning brown from green
crunch the sound erases summer’
So evocative!
Great imaginary.
cool summer breeze comes
whispering wonders caught by
shivering leaves
I enjoyed the rhythm of these words especially…
Loved it.. beautiful poem with a nice rhyme.
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“crunch the sound erases summer ” Your poem was so visual and tangible. Lovely imagery.
You used delicious sounds in this poem. Love the last line!
great final line “crunch the sound erases sumer”…it pictures well the way that after one cool summer night we wake up and it’s already fall.
Great image of the passing of time! I can almost see the seasons changing
well done.
i always enjoy your twisty words.