they splash in water
that foretells autumn
in yellow leaves
clinging to the bank
startling
against all that green
they splash in water
that foretells autumn
in yellow leaves
clinging to the bank
startling
against all that green
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I have noticed that the trees are starting to let go to the next cycle as well, guessing a new season of poetry will be written
yes–September/October seem to charge a lot of poetic batteries (mine included).
So simple but says so much.
I feel like a yellow leaf clinging to the bank sometimes.
Thanks, Danny–me too!
This is a favorite.
Jeremy–thank you!
You are welcome.
Reblogged this on The Sand County and commented:
I especially love what the last two lines have captured.
I see it
a sharp echo thru color! It reminds me of a siege of one beauty over another ~ lovely !
I see nothing – Nothing! Everything is green green green, summer is here forever.