Not Impressed

it's almost october
misty mornings
foggy nights
crazy hair
i don't care
time of year

i yearn 
for the echo
of drums
as they whisper
in summer rains
through mountain's tops
more so than 
sunset hues in trees
peering in and out
of the thickness
of smoky air
rising from the valley

there is no music
in autumn's air
just a moan
of cold breath
lingering
beauty
befalling
to death
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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September 30, 2019 at 7:54 AM
Through your eyes the visions of fall change with the seasons. Though fall is a beautiful time of year, it does signal the beginning of winter and the chilled months. Beautifully done my friend.
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September 30, 2019 at 8:30 AM
I was in the mountains this weekend...trees are changing somewhat...lots of fog at night, some mist...i know the cold is coming around the bend and i can't apply its brakes and make it linger in limbo... Thank you my friend, i always enjoy reading your comments :) hugs
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September 30, 2019 at 4:35 AM
- A poem like this "could be my words", Sandra - I'm not impressed either - brown, wet, sticky and dead - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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September 30, 2019 at 5:02 AM
Exactly Anne-Lise. It’s beauty only lasts a short time but much fog, cold, frost and death of beauty .. everything is brown, white, dead. Hugs :)
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September 29, 2019 at 11:35 PM
I love this. It's a beautiful poem and I dread winter so... it's my least favorite season. Fall is first, then Spring, then summer, then dreaded winter (even though I can still find inspirations in this one) God has created a wonderous world. God bless you and again, love the poem.
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September 29, 2019 at 9:59 PM
Ditto to your feelings about the cold coming, nicely written, enjoyed!
Adams Avatar
September 30, 2019 at 5:07 AM
Thanks John. Was just in the mountains for a concert and the trees are starting to turn on the way home it was eerie with all the fog. Some mornings are already dipping into the 40’s .., hugs
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September 29, 2019 at 4:40 PM
It is muggy in Kansas today. Feels like a sauna. I am so ready for this. Your imagery is marvelous my friend!
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September 29, 2019 at 7:03 PM
I would trade weather with you if i could...i don't mind hoodie weather and fire pits...it's the bitter cold and bare earth that i dislike... :) hugs
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September 29, 2019 at 4:15 PM
Sandra, Autumn's way of making merry days melancholy. Time to find that old comfy sweatshirt. -Richard
Adams Avatar
September 29, 2019 at 4:33 PM
Lol I don’t mind the hoodie weather it’s the multi layer marshmallow look I dislike where no matter how many layers you have you can’t stay warm. Hugs :)
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September 29, 2019 at 3:39 PM
You found those unimpressive moments at the edge of October..So well expressed, Sandy: just a moan in cold breath..I don't care time of year.
Adams Avatar
September 29, 2019 at 4:41 PM
Yeah I am not a fan of cold weather. :) hugs
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September 29, 2019 at 2:20 PM
So vivid! Still so hot in the southern states that fall seems to have lost its voice to sing. Perhaps it has a cold lol Enjoyed the reading and visuals of your poem. Hugs, Debra
Adams Avatar
September 29, 2019 at 2:27 PM
Thanks Debra I was in the mountains yesterday so the scenes were fresh in my mind. I am not a fan of cold weather ... hugs :)
Wolf Avatar
September 29, 2019 at 2:01 PM
A great summation of October (and November) -- no music in Autumn's air. Couldn't agree more. Brrrrrrrr. Cheers anyway, Gershon
Adams Avatar
September 29, 2019 at 2:06 PM
lol thanks...went to the mountains to see a concert last night, trees are starting to change...although it was rather warm, the ride home was very eerie with thick fog, as it has been lately...i am sure you can relate...i know this beauty will fade quickly to colder air soon... hugs :)
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