Fields of clover,
midst
tall grasses bid
welcome
as morning dew
bejewels
myriads of
silken
nomadic tents.
Author notes
Prompt: We are having Indian Summer right now here in Germany, where it is actually called "Old Woman's Summer" for all the cobwebs that can be found each morning in the fields. So write something about this special time of year or about old women, white hair, cobwebs...
A contest entry
- Indian Summer by ea.
600 points, ended October 11, 2008, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I love the welcoming sight of these little "silken nomadic tents" that dot the landscape in these warm autumn days and can imagine the grasses welcome them too, like cozy coverlets, in their dying days. Thank you for this vivid portrait.
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This reminds me of waking up in the country and taking a walk on a cool crisp morning. Gentle musings here.
Juls
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Fantastic!! Have often seen this sight in paddocks in early morning, so these words immediately brought that image to mind. Thanks.
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Love the "nomadic tents"...
this verse speaks in pure imagery.
Best to you with this. Blue
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This is wonderful! The imagery simply takes the reader on the trip with you. Bravo!
Love,
Amera♥
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