Hues
of golden brown fall from trees
Dancing
in a frenzy swirling around.
Foreboding
clouds sail on blustery winds,
A
watery sun slides behind one, it rains.
The
dew soaked grass feels soft as silk
Shrouding
the valley, a ghostly grey mist.
Just
for a breath the sun rests on tree tops
Climbing
slowly for a new autumn day.
© Julian Clarke 2018
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Bright and sunny in this corner of the world...a break before the retreating monsoon closes in!
ReplyDeleteYour words are pure autumn Julian, describing the gold that it brings as flora gives up the ghost and settles itself to sleep through the chill.
ReplyDeleteMy winter coat is calling me from the wardrobe...
Anna :o]
"Foreboding clouds sail on blustery winds".. this is such a powerful image!
ReplyDeleteYou have characterized the face of autumn beautifully. We sure do have those 'blustery winds' today!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully descriptive. I can see the scene painted so beautifully with your words.
ReplyDeleteI love how you describe that morning fog.
ReplyDeleteLove Autumn, and your poem about it.
ReplyDelete"A watery sun slides behind one, it rains."
ReplyDeleteLuv this line. Happy Sunday Julian
Much love...
This is beautiful and peaceful and relaxing, Julian. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDelete~Ali
very enjoyable. thanks for posting.
ReplyDeleteVery evocative.
ReplyDeleteExcellent piece, Julian. You've said so much in such a short poem and it works brilliantly.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Richard.
DeleteLove the fall. You captured it well.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sarah, much appreciated.
DeleteYour means of explaining everything in this piece
ReplyDeleteof writing is genuinely good, all be able to easily be aware of it,
Thanks a lot.
Thank you so much for dropping by and leaving your thoughts. Much appreciated, I may be wrong but I've a feeling that you've visited my site before, always welcome.
DeleteYou have truly captured the magic of an autumn day!
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