Autumn rains come cold and hard
all the leaves are on the ground
no creatures are stirring
and there’s no birds around
The silence before the snow
it shall come very soon now
there’s so much darkness already
I’d leave but I don’t know how
I walk in my rain suit
the streets are quiet and bare
I’m feeling a little bluesy
even though I don’t really care
The cold bites on my fingers
as the rain is icy cold
it gets worse every year
I guess I’m just getting old
A contest entry
- Jury of Your Peers ~~ #34 by islekine.
700 points, ended November 17, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Ha Ha, Isn't it funny how the older you get the more aware and critical you get of each season. I can totally identify with these thoughts.
Good luck in the contest.
Bill
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Thank you very much, my best wishes.
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Heart the title!
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This reflect so well the gloomy weather we have been having and the insuing feeling.
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Thank you very much, my best wishes.
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This sounds like me lately... literally, walking around in the cold night after the rain, troubled and trying to be indifferent, feeling like life is just slipping through my fingers. Very nice and as always good luck in the contest!
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Thank you very much, my best wishes.
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Awww I know this one!
My joints start aching at 62....can we say ahhhhh...lol
anyway...I do relate...can't take real cold at all anymore!
Thanks for sharing your talent! Well penned...
Best wishes in the contest and always!
Write on and on...
and
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Thank you very much, my best wishes.
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