Daver Austin Poet Free verse

Nature Talk

NATURE TALK

Drawing to a close
She was not what she seemed
Not the herald    the harbinger

In these final days
She yet retains
All warmth    all beauty
With a slight shivering smile

Her rustling crowds
Yet speak of warm rain    soft breezes
And sparkle in the sun
Alike dusted diamonds

I’ll not sing a sad song of September
She will not harken     or cry
She is summer’s wandering child
With yet more fields to nourish and explore

Here I’ll stay in meditation
With these minutes all bathed in yesterday
Then when quite refreshed
Continue on my way
Dave Austin

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John Fleming October 25, 2015 at 5:30 PM Damn! Julia beat me to the punch again...ouch! Yes I love that line as well, Julia. Nicely done, Daver. My very best regards! :-) john

Julia Ward October 19, 2015 at 1:37 PM I particularly like the line, "she is summer's wondering child". I'm giving your poem a 7, and marking it as a FAVE as it is a remarkable evocation of late summer. Julia, xx

Michelle Mac Donald October 7, 2015 at 3:30 PM Ah, this blows me away..."sparkle in the sun...Alike dusted diamonds".:)) Love this...gotta run!! Love, Mikki

Paul Callus October 5, 2015 at 10:39 AM This is a delightful poem, Daver, even better sounding second time round. Love the 4th stanza. #7 // paul

Monterey Sirak October 4, 2015 at 6:17 AM A fav! Love the image of September being summer's wandering child. This poem is brilliant!

Andrea Dietrich October 3, 2015 at 7:35 PM thanks for your recent comments, DAver. I bet you would look nice in pink ribbons too. hahaha

Barbara Gorelick October 1, 2015 at 9:45 PM I love the thought of her as a "wandering child"..As usual I so enjoy your writing. BG

Carrie Richards October 1, 2015 at 7:51 PM I do so love the personalization of your poem. There is always something melancholy about the close of September. I would always feel it....and perhaps it came from sending my children off on the school bus, and feeling the empty nest! That was a long time ago ! Nicely written, Dave

Andrea Dietrich October 1, 2015 at 4:07 PM oh I just love this one. Saw it before and I like it just as much this time!

Connie Marcum Wong September 30, 2015 at 2:09 PM A beautiful poem conceived by Mother Nature's charms Daver. I welcome autumn's arrival.

Miraj Raha September 29, 2015 at 11:21 AM wonderful!!!loved every line of this poem,they had an alluring sense of wildness.