I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')


These poems are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here.

4 November 2011

Seasonal Colours















1

across the world
the waning days of Fall
are inspiring poets

brown leaves,
gold, orange and red
variations of light



2

in my garden
late Spring presents
mystery

I remember
orange blooms cascading
down the fence
















now on those vines
white flowers with crimson centres
flare and drop 
















the others
were winter flowers
startling

these new
delicate blossoms
embody Spring

it must be
that different vines
entangle


Submitted for Poets United's Thursday Think Tank #73.
I'm indebted to the prompt for some of the (stolen) phrases in 1. 
The autumn leaf picture by Ella Wilson comes from there too.





5 comments:

  1. Gorgeous photos and I love how you blended the seasons, a bit of magic~

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  2. Love it, both poem and photos......so cool to see glimpses of poets' lives from around this old world, hey Rosemary?

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  3. I write more poem in fall than any other month. Already the promise of spring and new poems exist in the work of the old.

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  4. Autumn (as we call it here) is my favourite season.

    How true what you say!

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