So I tread through morning mist, now and then to stop and stare
at the wondrous gentle touch Autumn paints, with tender care,
fragile is the tightrope walked by the spider in her tree,
hung with dew as diamonds are, capturing small bugs once free.
Leaves dyed crimson, gold and bronze float towards their final rest,
joining others on the ground, multi coloured paths are dressed,
on we walk my dog and I now and then to sniff the air,
she to watch the nervous fox, I to dwell on my despair.
Thoughts invade my tired head as the sun breaks through the cloud,
bringing warmth against my face, lifts the mist, a ghostly shroud,
with each step the crunch of stone, splashing paws through puddles go,
'til we reach the old farm track where a horse is neighing low.
Stand and watch the gentle beast grazing in the morning mist,
noses twitch, tail idly sways, berries with a frost are kissed,
lean upon the mossy gate watching blackbirds take their fill,
everything as it should be, time to walk back down the hill.
So I tread the puddled lane, Autumns' colours at my feet,
leaves like armies on the ground, bruised and flattened in defeat.
A contest entry
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Comments
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Some beautiful imagery here, I like the picture too. Some interesting rhymes and ideas here.
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What a beautiful Autumn poem so vivid and just amazing! I love Autumn and the crisp air and all the beautiful colors abounding everywhere. Thanks for sharing this beautiful write. hugs Theresa
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You have captured a moment in time...your time...and your mood. Wonder tinged with sadness and a heavy heart but still able to marvel at natures beauty.
Your imagery is outstanding and it was a pleasure to join you on your walk.
Love to you always
Suz
xxxxxxx
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