There is no one to muster grace
in the edge of summer’s pretense,
its lull of aging dreams faint or
hide in the skeleton hole of fall;
It does no good to taunt the daisy's
yellow corpse in crippling foul nor
hush chirping cricket choirs as they
gossip from the sanctum field.
Now, pumpkin stales its presence
within earth's hollow stage and
strums the silken chord of winter’s web
as if summer never happened at all.
in the edge of summer’s pretense,
its lull of aging dreams faint or
hide in the skeleton hole of fall;
It does no good to taunt the daisy's
yellow corpse in crippling foul nor
hush chirping cricket choirs as they
gossip from the sanctum field.
Now, pumpkin stales its presence
within earth's hollow stage and
strums the silken chord of winter’s web
as if summer never happened at all.
Author notes
Photo credit: http://www.ibtimes.com/data/articleimgs/215039-spider
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Beautiful photo and poem to go with it. Actually even without the picture I get a vivid look "as they gossip from the sanctum field"...Perfect
Glad I clicked by
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those rhythms found within those seasons arisen within the light of the dawn allows me to see those sights within your eyes
keep penning on one stroke at a time!
Bill

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superb
I rally enjoyed this poem thoroughly

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Amazing
I loved the realism and the 'dirt under the fingernails, approach to this well constructed scene of the 'Change of Seasons.
Well done.

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You're too kind and of course you always 'add' another dimension to my work. I'm glad you saw the 'dirt under the fingernails' as gritty as good as we can see deeply beneath what is always to return to us.
Blessings this day!
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wow vivid expressions drenched inrich colour of intense emotions,lucid words with amind and ovelty of their own and agllimpse of Nature that my own imagination had never shown me that is for sure.This is avery beautiful poem and a delight to the senses that makes the heart crave for more.The poem is an embroidery of imaginations and delights.thanks for sharing this one it is an absolute gem,thanks...

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Beloved Poetess,
So vivid and beautiful, you sketched the fleetingness of seasonal display; the words chosen to spell decay, but still the soft drops of dew on web say not spider, but say PURITY and LIGHT.
Wondrous mature and refined write, as only CookieZeal can craft.
Love
Myra


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You always see, don't you? We must share the same fence and unruly vines!
Love your take on it. Correct on the non-spider reference. My intention.




Thank you!
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I like this, especially liked the ending... it also reminds me of my sister's poetry a lot. Very descriptive and a lot of dark-ish imagery. Works well for the season too

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What
a masterful web of words that spin the tale from summer to fall.
This is quite a grand display in content, flow, timing & rhyme!
This is so elegant & mesmerizing. This is my bed time read & a delight.
I've had my poetic brain rocked & caressed. Would that I could write to eloquently & with such taste.
I'm so surprised to see this isn't in a contest. You must enter this. It's deserving
of many reads.
BTW....love that glam pix. Primo.


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You flatter me and I needed that today. This was so under my bones, I just had to give it the best, but mostly the eyes that see...YOURS are so important or I have nothing.
God bless you this day and thank you for previewing all the emoticons. What a BLAST! Haha.
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I really like this one! Honestly though, it was a bit hard for me to follow for some reason, but I really liked the flow of it. Im just a beginner though, so I dont really know what Im talking about, haha. But thanks for sharing!
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Thank you! I'm sorry. Basically, it is an arousal of autumn whose ways must ruthlessly let go of summer.
Always appreciated and considered. Warmly. CookieZeal


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