Naked Neighborhood

the still muted leaves. . .
soon revelation of homes 
secreted away —
the Autumnal sweep, bitter
cold of Winter will reveal

11/6/2019
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Dutta Avatar
November 8, 2019 at 8:58 AM
Well penned.I can sense Winter to enter.
Wolf Avatar
November 7, 2019 at 9:20 PM
Came back to this one. I'm still shivering at these images. ~ Grizzly Brrrrrrr
Rodrigues Avatar
November 7, 2019 at 9:48 PM
Come back anytime ;)
Ravidas Avatar
November 7, 2019 at 7:20 AM
Naked and wet, as far as I can see. Damn anticyclone licked snow away. I don't even want to go out for a drink( Bring youself, poet, do it!
Rodrigues Avatar
November 7, 2019 at 7:36 AM
Yikes! Sounds like crazy weather!
Roper Avatar
November 6, 2019 at 7:20 PM
Lovely, Kim, great imagery
Rodrigues Avatar
November 6, 2019 at 7:58 PM
Thank you, Eve!
Wolf Avatar
November 6, 2019 at 5:05 PM
Your title --- not that it got my attention or anything --- is a perfect fit for this tanka. ~ Naked City
Rodrigues Avatar
November 6, 2019 at 7:58 PM
Thank you, Gershon!
Faulkner Avatar
November 6, 2019 at 2:04 PM
What a great metaphor, I usually think of streets as 'naked' in a way, when they are stripped of their leaves and grass.
Rodrigues Avatar
November 6, 2019 at 4:41 PM
Thank you, Michelle!
De Beaulieu Avatar
November 6, 2019 at 1:17 PM
Hello Kim, yes winter is on the way. It is suppose to snow today. I guess winter is here. have a nice day my friend. Hugs.
Rodrigues Avatar
November 6, 2019 at 4:41 PM
Thank you, Darlene!
Gauthier Avatar
November 6, 2019 at 11:28 AM
Lovely poem, Kim.
Rodrigues Avatar
November 6, 2019 at 11:32 AM
Thank you, Line!
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