Summer, dry-hot and long,
sapped trees and severed limbs,
his fading marker lingered
another decade squandered.
Each year lichen gray
with semi-spots of sepia
tracks the time much as
shady trunks gather moss.
Autumn escorts silence
walks uphill beside her
draws a cloak of damp
and lays the ground to rest.
Another span of waiting
in hard and scratchy bits.
Into the Woods, digital photo by Sue
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11 comments:
Autumn escorts silence
walks uphill beside her
just brilliant..
A delight to read! What great lines!
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Autumn escorts silence
walks uphill beside her
I can "see" Autumn and Summer
you paint them so well.
Thank you.
Sherry
I agree...this poem is very visual--and lovely.
Love,
D.
beautiful! i loved the travails of time in this piece.
"Autumn escorts silence" - I like that, I think changing seasons almost makes one wonder
This was so beautiful! Add me to the others who especially loved the lines:
Autumn escorts silence
Walks uphill beside her
You really bring nature to life. Wonderful.
this is a really lovely poem - I too like the personification of Autumn - and the very tactile last line really worked well for me
thanks for the twitter link
You describe the character of seasons so well.
This is my favorite part:
'Autumn escorts silence
walks uphill beside her
draws a cloak of damp
and lays the ground to rest.'
So wonderful! I definitely feel that way in the woods.
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