W J Clarke Poet Quatrain

The Transition of Palettes

Touch the soaring leaves of autumnal gold,
What canvas can capture such grains untold?
As the King Midas touch runs through their veins,
A November palette fusion now reigns

See the Old Oak standing erect and tall?
Its broad leaves a cascading waterfall,
Season impressionists blend the hues,
That overthrows the deciduous blues

Smell the rustic damp of the fallen leaves,
As the Willow wipes tears without her sleeves,
Drooping with envy at the evergreens,
Who mock her without her tender lush greens

Hear November lull for the next season,
To December, silver sage of reason,
Who will wrap around her chilled crocheted shawls,
Preparing the palettes before Spring calls


01/12/22

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Beata Agustin December 31, 2022 at 4:57 AM Congrats! Thanks for sharing this. By God's grace, I greet you with the peace and joy of Christmas toward a prosperous New Year along this present: "the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord" (Romans 6:23 of the King James Bible). God bless you.

John Loving Iii December 3, 2022 at 3:13 PM Actually has the chance of becomming immortal for its artistic value. Well writen. W J Clarke December 4, 2022 at 3:21 AM Dear poet, thank you very much. Your comments are very much appreciated. God bless you.