Tuesday, 17 October 2017

October

The dew soaked grass feels soft as silk
Shrouding the valley floats a ghostly mist.
Just for a breath the sun rests on tree tops
Climbing slowly for a new autumn day.

Golden brown leaves fall from the trees
Dancing in a frenzy swirling around,
Foreboding clouds sail on blustery winds
A watery sun hides behind one, it rains.

Julian Clarke © 2017

Linked to Sundays Pantry at Poets United


21 comments:

  1. A very visual poem. If it were a picture I'd gladly hang it on my wall. Well done, Julian. Thanks for sharing it.

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    1. Hi Richard, thank you for your kind remarks.

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    2. I think that ghostly mist is winter closing in.

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  2. I love the image of the mist in the valley. Beautiful, Julian.

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  3. Another great Poem Julian, Richard is right you paint a stunning picture.

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    1. Thank you, John for your kind remarks

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  4. This is a word painting.Takes a lot of skill to use a word brush like this. Enjoyed it very much.

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    1. Thank you, Rall', much appreciated as always.

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  5. Aha!! beautiful. The nature in its all elements, love it.

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  6. Aha!! beautiful. The nature in its all elements, love it.

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    1. I'm glad you enjoyed it and thanks for commenting

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  7. This is beautiful! I love the image of "Golden brown leaves fall from the trees
    dancing in a frenzy swirling around."

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  8. luv the shy watery sun, we've have her her too for quuite a number of days

    Thanks Julian for dropping in at my Sunday Standard today

    much love...

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    1. Thanks, Gillena for dropping by, have a good week.

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  9. I immersed myself in your scene. Just lovely.

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  10. Oh Julian I feel like I could just slide along as a leaf on the wind and land on that dew soak, silky grass....your poem had me breathing slowly, at peace.

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  11. Love this misty autumn of your words. Images are gorgeous.

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  12. You’ve described the tumult of autumn well.

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  13. Oh, it is sad when autumn/jack-o-lanterns lose their light to the march of shorter nights.

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