This Withered Threshold
Become a
Premium Member
and post notes and photos about your poem like Constance La France.
Oh-
feet of mine
that walk the meadows vast and green
where azure skies and clouds unfold
and a stream comes babbling on a long climb
and wind like violins whisper cold
as leaves twirl red, orange and gold
and in the swaying trees birds sing sublime
melodies serene
Oh-
this withered threshold
where time is lingering in a season in-between
where bees drink from a faded marigold
and there are so many lovely scenes to behold
Oh-
I turn weary footsteps to a shaded place
to find a hued space
quiet
______________________
September 07, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/this withered threshold
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1485-898-07
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 09/09/2022
Fourth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment