Sunlite Wanter Poet Alliteration

Hanging Mistletoe

Hanging Mistletoe  

The time has come when
I must take my place with that
Inner grace and years.

A light breeze blows 
And the mistletoe hangs low,
Thick from the blazing oak.

When the leaves are gold,
The body old, and time has shed
All life’s tears.

A light breeze blows 
And the mistletoe hangs low,
Thick from the blazing oak.

Fall has returned with its
Annual burn and drift 
As cold winter nears.

A light breeze blows
And the mistletoe hangs low,
Thick from the blazing oak.

Scarlet content from 
Past years spent and kisses
From remembered dears.

A light breeze blows 
And the mistletoe hangs low,
Thick from the blazing oak

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John Fleming November 2, 2017 at 12:10 PM I could not agree more, Susan, it is a beautiful write. This was indeed very well done, Sunlite! My very best regards. :) john

Susan Ashley October 20, 2017 at 9:08 PM A beautiful write Sunlite. Full of wonderful imagery on a great theme. Enjoyed the repeated stanza very much as well!

Gerald Saximony October 9, 2017 at 7:35 AM Wonderfully written, I can almost feel a chill in the air as the light breeze blows!

Maria Williams October 7, 2017 at 10:59 PM A beautiful time of year, and a beautiful poem Sunlite, invites a kiss from a loved one under that inviting low hanging mistletoe....Maria

Afolabi Muideen October 7, 2017 at 3:14 PM Beautiful! beautiful! beautiful this poem is. A very lovely post.

Arthur Vaso October 6, 2017 at 11:22 PM This is such a beautiful even melancholic poem, I loved it and a fav! Sunlite Wanter October 7, 2017 at 5:48 PM I am so tickled that you liked this, and certainly appreciate your fav.

Patricia Cresswell October 6, 2017 at 8:15 AM I love this piece. Can very easily picture a group singing it as they collect mistletoe for Christmas. Sunlite Wanter October 6, 2017 at 6:48 PM Like children going from house to house singing carols?? Thank you, Patricia.

Russell Sivey October 6, 2017 at 7:01 AM This poem has enlightened me completely, I feel the joy of mistletoe right now within my heart! This poem has a lot of Assonance within it, I surely enjoyed reading your tremendous piece this morning, What a grand poem, Great Work my friend!! Sunlite Wanter October 6, 2017 at 6:47 PM I think I will print off your comment and put it in my billfold to cheer me up prn.

Silent One October 5, 2017 at 7:22 AM A lovely poem full of imagery...

Vijay Pandit October 5, 2017 at 5:41 AM I enjoyed reading this poem--smooth, reflective!

Daniel Turner October 4, 2017 at 7:35 PM Wonderfully written, Sunlite. A most relatable read. I was just thinking about mistletoe. Soon, it is all that will be left, after the leaves have fallen. Sunlite Wanter October 6, 2017 at 6:33 PM Thank you so much, Daniel, I appreciate you.