they splash in water
that foretells autumn
in yellow leaves
clinging to the bank
against all that green
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. 🙂
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.
🙂 I wish!
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