Autumn brings cool days even falling green,
mingled with red, yellow and orange leaves;
until all the branches are bare though still serene,
but the beauty of the dancing leave is sublime-
Halcyon intricate jaunty kaleidoscopic leaves,
swirling, twirling, whirling, leaping, flying;
all that beauty so divine in time interweaves,
'til decay ... and the winter trees remain-
Abrupt breezes chilly days even frostbitten gloves,
oh, farewell to my beloved garden;
goodbye roses, tangled vines, my herbs and foxgloves,
rest beneath a blanket of snow my loves-
Mother's name only peeks quiescent,
all else is hidden beneath the pure white;
kneeling ... I leave a bright bouquet iridescent,
oh, dearest rest beneath your snowy quilt 'til spring-
Categories:
interweaves, autumn, winter,
Form: Rhyme
do you hear rustling?
it's the rustling of the leaves.
autumn interweaves.
days are much cooler,
there's no more sweltering sun,
autumn has begun.
trees adorned with gold.
it seems king midas was here.
give autumn a cheer!
Categories:
interweaves, autumn,
Form: Haiku
Crepuscular time of day stays
Slowly gracing the sky with haze
Gone is the golden hue's light phase
The end of day, now animals' praise
Shadows danced behind the trees' leaves
The gentle breeze sighs through the eaves
Day's work somehow interweaves
With all the beauty that relieves
The birds' final songs sung so high
Tall trees like sentinels stand by
Momentary pause, beautify
Twilight settles, pray to Adonai
Before day turned into night's dark
Paused in awe, know this moment's spark
Categories:
interweaves, animal, appreciation, beauty, thanks,
Form: Quatorzain
The sky is a deep October bright blue,
and trees are laying down their pretty leaves;
orange, red and brown scatter whereunto,
Indian summer and fall interweaves.
And trees are laying down their pretty leaves,
the morning chill gives way to drowsy heat;
Indian summer and fall interweaves,
in the park all the birds are singing sweet.
The morning chill gives way to drowsy heat,
even decaying gardens have beauty;
in the park all the birds are singing sweet,
but soon the wind will be blowing breezy.
Even the decaying gardens have beauty,
from my garden I picked the last red rose;
but soon the wind will be blowing breezy,
soon, the snow will fall and all will be froze.
From my garden I picked the last red rose,
orange, red and brown scatter whereunto;
soon, the snow will fall and all will be froze,
the sky is a deep October bright blue.
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October 2, 2017
Pantoum/Indian Summer
Copyright Protected, ID 946458
Categories:
interweaves, autumn, winter,
Form: Pantoum
My heart skips a beat when we are together
A pair that belongs, a love that believes
We are a perfect match for one another
Feelings of joy intertwines, interweaves
But when the day closes and the night begins
Heartache of departing does run inside
The two of us hates to leave, feelings within
Sure we’ll be alone awhile, we can’t hide
Later in our life after we’ve been married
Our lives start to slow down and we get old
Another leaving we dread if it’s harried
Our final days, our hearts as one we hold
Though our love is true, this you sure can’t deny
At one point in our life, we must say goodbye
Russell Sivey
11 & 10 alternating syllable count
Entrant into harry horsman's "GOODBYE" contest
11/19/2012
Categories:
interweaves, life, love,
Form: Sonnet
Like a rose lacking its pedals,
My tranquility disregards its fascinating smells
Like a tree shaking off dashes of its mangled leaves
The switch of seasons interweaves...
You infuriate me with petrifying peace
You unlocked the gate... unsealing healing doom
Miniscule doom rummages through the town,
Wreckage brings peace, making us whole,
Stumbling down by our enrapturing gown
Polishing the mayhem, what a fine world...
You ate away at my purifying peace
You unfasten my fate... concealing chilling doom
Like a guitar tattered and out of tune,
The havoc that I observe is merely a mouldering misfortune
Like a drum busted open during the afternoon,
The peace that I yearn for has expired again...
You hesitate to gather refreshing peace
You unwind my misery state... unraveling incorruptible doom
Categories:
interweaves, angst, confusion, happiness, mystery,
Form: Free verse
A harvest breeze invites the leaves
to shimmy on the tree.
In haunting song she sighs and grieves
as on her breath they flee.
They dance and twirl away from her,
sweet fragrance lingers where they were,
they dance and twirl,
they dance and twirl
toward the twilight of the year.
A gentle moonlight bathes the leaves
that lie upon the ground.
Her magic with them interweaves
in midnight’s silent sound.
They turn to gold from jaded green
beneath the moon’s cool waxen sheen,
they turn to gold,
they turn to gold,
and gild a graceful autumn scene.
A winter wind disturbs the leaves
as they so soundly sleep.
The tree’s loss, so the wind believes,
gives him the right to reap.
He whips them up and whispers low
that all the golden leaves must go,
he whips them up,
he whips them up
to clear the way for soft white snow.
Categories:
interweaves, naturedance, autumn, dance,
Form: Rhyme