In denim- blues skies:
the sun hums gold a decaying monotone
of chest crushing heat on teeming trees
to fields and prairies, where they striptease.
And when the wind gusts:
cool hours seed encoring the hues
of ochres bright not of fire forced.
Spirally wheeled pupils may whirl
as in tireless and heavy rammed blow,
brown crinkled leaves fly in frenzied dance.
Weak limbs shudder too; lulled, they tumble,
fall and rest to coat the earth.
but within the heat, nothing goes to
waste nature regenerates.
It worms the leaves into compost weaves.
Yes, shades of Autumn are nature's mourning
for nature's die yet still its beauty: a romance
as it gratifies the eyes.
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~~Inspired by the painting: Autumn in France
by Emily Carr 1911
__Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__
5:49pm , January 15, 2015
Categories:
encoring, autumn, earth, nature, seasons,
Form: Free verse
And then I see you, in some smoldering sunset
behind me, like some ruin were kept a fore!
And where I hoped before I see no story
but almost endless journeys, tiresome, boring.
Because you took my part in some restoring,
that I only I with art, can sense as coring.
And all within me want to reach, not knowing,
some path's resort, that you are on ~ encoring!
Categories:
encoring, faith,
Form: Rhyme