September leaves
night rises to quicken day
cooling air; change
shadows eyes
scarlet and gold
brushstrokes emblazon skylines.
I am oak in autumn
baring limbs
gathering powers into roots.
Fall spices remind
turning wheel of life,
rest comes to all
after tasking days;
bending strong limbs
embracing joyful life,
swirling rainbows
repaying gifted colors to Sun
standing
no ways weary
A contest entry
- PIF Saturday Quickie by kaibab.
475 points, ended September 23, 2007, 11 entries
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now this speaks to one and all
paint pictures with these words and
makes one take notice about what is
going on around them.
Riftkin -
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How beautiful this is...I can see the oak's seasons...each one delicious and wounding in its own way.
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Autumn weaves my fingers bare
branches still in need of winter
watching earth receive her cover
in fading glow of such a summer...
lovely and thanks so much -
Autumn weaves my fingers bare
branches still in need of winter
watching earth receive her cover
in fading glow of such a summer...
lovely and thanks so much
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"I am oak in autumn..." that is a fabulous image...the strenth beneath the bare limbs, "gathering power" - to me that is the essence of this poem... each season serves us in a different way. Wonderful reflections on the seasons of life here.
~ Nicolette
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