Anticyclones hold transient sway
mist forms ,at the close of day
in the Autumnal sunlight -
primary colours become gold
September sun setting low,
Fall in all its golden glow;
Anticyclones hold transient sway
As mist forms ,at the close of day.
Dogwood,jasmine,marram grass
In flower ,as pressure fills the barometer glass;
Evening primrose in scented bloom
Fill Autumn with pungent perfume.
Winter migrants with welcome calls
As the Indian Summer falters,and falls;
Nature's tempo tarries,then slows
As all creation begins to doze.
Dawn breaks,
the sun awakes-
an eerie mist bedecks
the stark conifers in a light
blue shawl.
out of focus
at the edge of my gaze
bathed in sun
a sepia rose haze
the draught ends
berries rot
beneath the
bramble
sun setting low,
Fall in all its golden glow;
anticyclones
hold transient sway
INSCRIPTION!
Gathering my thoughts, I begin to write.
Insofar, I had not wrote in nine years then the sun begins to shine in.
What is it to be without voice?
I know I am of heart and soul.
Therefore, my journey will unfold via poetry.
I will tell about my anticyclones.
I will share my emotions even during the most critical times.
For reason of a metaphorical life, I am the visionary shepherd who guides her sheep.
Midst a salient voice, sentient became an attribute.
Therefore, I walked within the glory of the Lord and by faith; I broke through.
Today I write.
Today I scribe!
Tomorrow brings forth new philosophies.
As a resource for deliverance, literary devices will form.
With a Psalmist thumb, I will share my poems.
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penned on September 13, 2014!
September sun setting low,
Fall in all its golden glow;
Anticyclones hold transient sway
As mist forms ,at the close of day.
Dogwood,jasmine,marram grass
In flower ,as pressure fills the barometer glass;
Evening primrose in scented bloom
Fill Autumn with pungent perfume.
Sycamore seeds twirl and twist
Onto a fairy-ring fungus tryst;
Stink horn capped with slime,
As carrion beetles pass the time.
Bramblings feast on bountiful mast ,
As the Autumnal harvest dwindles fast;
Yellowed leaves drift and decompose
Into next year's cellulose.
Winter migrants with welcome calls
As the Indian Summer falters,and falls;
Nature's tempo tarries,then slows
As all creation begins to doze.
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