Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Surrender

The smile vanished from the yellow orb, angry clouds swoop in
Gentle waters drift to shore no more, as white-capped waves storm in
Birds flee south; animals take cover; my will perceptibly weakens
Soft breezes carry knives inside; fence-gates ajar and creaking
Cabanas shuttered, boarded up; hardy anglers sense defeat
Autumnal gales blow full force... Summer's shamed, full-fledged retreat


                   Februry 17, 2019
       Entry in "Reflect that Emotion" Contest
                Sponsor: Nina Parmenter

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Susan Ashley February 18, 2019 at 8:14 PM Gershon, summer’s surrender to autumn’s hostile takeover is expressed with vivid imagery and with the gusto of the gathering gale. A stirring piece on the transition of seasons. Best wishes for a win and warmest wishes for you always, my dear friend.. ~Susan Susan Ashley February 18, 2019 at 10:35 PM Lol! You crack me up, my friend. No, I haven’t found another, you’re still my one and only Gershon, Gershon:)) Life’s circumstances has severely limited my time here at PS since the holidays, hopefully I’ll have more time here again soon. You’re still a sailor with a lighthouse, come what may :)) ~SA Gershon Wolf February 18, 2019 at 10:11 PM Susan, I am so glad to hear from you... I had almost given up all hope, frankly---figuring that you had found another Gershon somewhere... Just crossing my fingers that it's not true... For if 'twere, I'm much as the sailor without the lighthouse in the raging storm... LOL. Wishing you winter's best (if there is such a thing). :) gw

P.S. Awtry February 18, 2019 at 12:32 PM the chill coming in and winter closing in just behind the fall, having to give up on summer... And in life the concession that summer is past and having to take our aching backs into the next season... :) Gershon Wolf February 18, 2019 at 10:08 PM Oh, I like that comment so: 'having to take our aching backs into the next season.' Perfect! Best wishes, Gershon

M. L. Kiser February 18, 2019 at 8:53 AM Fabulous imagery in this one; very realistic image that reminds me of a certain vacation that wasn't. Gershon Wolf February 18, 2019 at 10:07 PM There's a title for you: "The Vacation that Wasn't." Sounds like one of your poems tomorrow. :) gw

Heidi Sands February 18, 2019 at 7:28 AM Well written. I can see a storm brewing too. Good luck in the contest :) Gershon Wolf February 18, 2019 at 10:08 PM Thank you very much, Heidi!

Alexis Y. February 18, 2019 at 1:52 AM Hi Gershon, This is a good take on the contest theme. As I was reading I thought of a massive storm brewing. I could be way off with what I got out it, nevertheless well done.Good imagery and content. I wish you the best of luck in contest:-) Alexis Gershon Wolf February 18, 2019 at 10:07 PM You're not way off at all, Alexis. You're exactly right. … Thank you for your good wishes.

Michelle Faulkner February 17, 2019 at 11:05 PM This is full of foreboding - excellent entry for Nina's contest, best of luck to you! Gershon Wolf February 18, 2019 at 10:06 PM Thanks, Michelle. Much appreciated.