I sit here enjoying nature
From high up on the tree
I gaze an encompassing all that is around me
The weather is cool
With a soft breeze flowing through the autumn leaves
Colors of greens turning to shades of red, yellows, purples, and browns
Gently falling like a light feather
To the floors beneath the canopy of trees
A light shower of cool rain
Settles on everything in sight
With sunshine reflecting of the water droplets
Each making a rainbow of it’s own
With colors of reds, yellows, blues, and violets
My attention is caught with the sounds of movement in the brush
With the rustling and stirring of the different colored leaves
Of shades of red, yellows, purples, and brown
On the floors beneath the canopy of trees
I fly very quietly in pursuit of my prey
Eventually spreading my wings and striking with my feet
To snatch my prey
I am sitting on my perch hooting
Swivel my head more than 180 degrees looking in all directions
Encompassing all that is around me
Waiting for the sounds of movement in the brush to start again
. ‘Violin’ was written on a soft dark velvet night,
As I drifted - in the dreams - of the flickering - candle light;
Ne’er pre-planned - nor pondered - nor was she - pre-conceived,
She came from deep within me, appearing on the screen,
As did my favorite poem - my darling ‘Cannon Lee’.
‘The Love of a Gentlemen’ - and ‘Where the Heart Resides,’
Came from treasured memories - I tried to keep alive;
With words - chosen carefully - to create solidity,
I brought them back to life - to live eternally,
In vivid hues - more beautiful - than all the autumn leaves.
Others - fell like drops of dew - from flying fingertips,
That raced across the keyboard - in hopes they wouldn’t miss,
The chance to share the beauty - my eyes now fell upon,
Through the kitchen window - across the river - and beyond,
Where fields of liquid diamonds - glistened in the early dawn.
Others came in metaphors - disguising secrets held;
To painful in reality - for me to ever tell.
‘The Rose and the Thorn’ - poured herself upon the page,
A sonnet of over-whelming grief - rising up from hidden rage,
Releasing me forever - from my gilded cage.
These poems I write - come day come night,
Come candle or come neon light,
Come wind, come rain, come joy, come pain,
They are the life - the Great Creator - breathed in me;
They are my breath!
They are my poetry!
Author: Elaine George
Written: January 13th, 2010
Inspired by: Deborah Guzzi's contest 'How Do You do It - How do you write your poems'?
Authors Note: This poem was written on route to Bath, North Carolina via Ferry
crossing. It was written on a note-pad from the' Hampton Inn' and transferred
to my lap-top after returning to Swansborro.
And so it was that Autumn would die
with a gust of wind she said goodbye
Of love mortal she sits subdued
sipping remnants of death imbued
With curtains drawn she lay in rest
in silent prose she relived each breath
of life abandoned of weary roads
where Winter's freeze would glisten alone
And so it was that Autumn had gone
in the lonely grips of winter
without a song
In the night
The autumn roars-
To my front door-
To let them in-
To save them from
The cruel wind-
That tore them from
She stands by –
For with roots
She is tied –
Reaching to the sky-
As her children die-
One by one
The leaf has fallen from everything it has known
The wind of despair drags the leaf aimlessly
The leaf can not find refuge from its tormentor
The Leaf begs for mercy
Withered and dry, as others float aimlessly by
Wishing for their company, wanting a friend
But, only receiving an evanescent try
Oh, how fate does not bend
Envy the evergreen
They dance with the wind of melancholy
Never falling from grace, never losing to nature's game
Why are they immortal when the rest wonder the earth alone until death
Crumbling, the wind does not stop, nor does it care too
Falling apart, the earth's soil reclaiming me
Fading away, is this peace, or is this just death
I am lonely, afraid
It is raining leafs'
They are pouring down
If you half listen
They barely make a sound..
The birds' they do sing,
They doth' fly south
The tinny tinkling
Taste of morning dew
Is so prevalent...
I can taste it in my mouth
The wind gently touched the colored leaves
Shaking them ever so gently and watched
As they glided gently downward to the ground
Soft and colorful not yet crisp from the
ever changing season's cold
Soon the trees will be barren
The green dress of summer changed
to autumn's splendid colorful suit
The wind smiled for it will have fun
undressing and blowing autumn's leaves.
On the days the wind does blow
life gets caught up in how things should go
and winds gather up the harvest from the field to tow
to blow up harvest in good flight it may freely flow
but what of those who never know
and never feel the warm winds of autumn blow
and the scythes will never come home
and all hope of good harvest is then
Shed on that certain kind of warmth
You give the waters that washed away our footsteps
Illumine the dark leaves of our past
Blown away by the indifferent breeze.
Desiccate the grass that invited conversations
But leave the roots unscorched.
I prayed to Autumn to blow away my pains
But Winter entertained me instead.
I won’t let Spring visit me
Until you burn down her cold heart, Summer.
They danced and they turned and they tumbled
In wind, how it sighed and it grumbled
With force, how it howled in its fury
But still they bore no trace of worry
In cool autumn winds they cavorted
My foot! How they laughed and they sported
They flew through the air just like pheasants
Till set in my excellent presence
“Red Leaf,” quoth I unto the leader
“To fly, there is nothing more neater
But weren’t you the least bit affrighted
As thus from the breeze you alighted?”
“Dear sir,” quoth the leaf as he flitted
“To fear, for a leaf ain’t permitted
We’re taught from a bud in the cradle
That even a crash isn’t fatal.”
“I say,” quoth I unto the yellow
“You seem to be such a neat fellow
I wonder how likes you this sporting
Or if you a damsel are courting?”
Quoth he, “All this sporting is splendid
The days of my courting are ended
My lover has flown to the northward
While I am constrained to fly southward.”
Before one more word could be spoken
The peace of that moment was broken
Away flew those leaves o’er the treeses
Borne by the chill autumn breezes
October 25, 2012.
For the contest, Up in the Autumn Air. Second place.
THE SUN MELTED AWAY AT MY SKIN FROM AFAR AND FROM WITHIN.
I DESIRED SOMETHING COLD AND SWEET WHERE IT WOULD MAKE ME COMPLETE.
I ACHED AND GROANED FROM THE BAKING OF MY FLESH.
WHERE I COULD FIND A SHADE SO I COULD REST.
THE DAYS ARE LONG AND THE NIGHTS ARE FEW I CANNOT WAIT UNTIL AUTUMN COMES THROUGH.
SO I CAN SEE THE LEAVES FALL AND I CAN RELAX WITH NO MORE HEAT IN MY BACK.
NOTHING CAN TAKE SUMMER'S PLACE FOR IT IS A SEASON AND THERE IS A REASON.
You came to us graciously
Allowing summer to say her sad farewell
Your cool breezes refresh us
Your beauty we cannot tell.
A small child gathers your fallen leaves
She marvels at their hues,
“Look Gramma, a red one!”
How wondrous to see through her eyes.
We see God’s hand in nature
We feel His presence in our lives
Each season is a gift to us
And to live for Him we strive.
I am a walking fetus, worm-like crawling alone
Its sad, because as a baby I've yet found a place to call ''home''
Ouch, my stomach is grumbling, from the ever-lasting hunger
Mommy, Daddy, where are you is all I ever wonder
Is this how life goes, I'm struggling day-to-day to live
I shouldn't be feeling like this, I'm a larvae, a kid
It's winter and its cold, I feel walked on like the green mold
This time of the year I should have someone to hold
Not to mention the ruthless autumn that just passed
I was trapped under endless leaves and feeling like I'm masked
Spring, I never saw, maybe I'll live to see the next one
If I'm able I would go downtown and sight-seer near the lake-front
Summer was a bummer, every single day its hot and humid
I'm the prey of the birds, to crawl around do I look stupid
If something is going to happen with my life it has to happen now
I will not sink beneath my anguish but battle on is what i vow
I'm getting tired of almost being stepped on and ran over
As soon as I get my chance at it, this world I will take over
Then I start to fell helpless like now, It wasn't meant to be
Thats when an agonizing pain starts to bind all over me
What is going on, I'm paralyzed, I can't move any of my tiny little feet
Ohh great, now I have a set of headlights coming toward me
I'm looking in fear of being crushed by what seems to be a cadillac
Then the universe spins me around and my whole world turns black...