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
white flowers with crimson centres
flare and drop
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.
The autumn leaf picture by Ella Wilson comes from there too.
Gorgeous photos and I love how you blended the seasons, a bit of magic~
ReplyDeleteLove it, both poem and photos......so cool to see glimpses of poets' lives from around this old world, hey Rosemary?
ReplyDeleteThank you both. :)
ReplyDeleteI write more poem in fall than any other month. Already the promise of spring and new poems exist in the work of the old.
ReplyDeleteAutumn (as we call it here) is my favourite season.
ReplyDeleteHow true what you say!