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')

This blog is not, 'Here are my very best poems'. It's for work in progress, subject to revision.
Posts may be updated without notice at any time. Completed work appears in my books.

4 November 2011

Seasonal Colours


across the world
the waning days of Fall
are inspiring poets

brown leaves,
gold, orange and red
variations of light


in my garden
late Spring presents

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

these new
delicate blossoms
embody Spring

it must be
that different vines

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.


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

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

  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.

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

    How true what you say!