Lovely golden red-tinged leaves seem lost in conversation,
Eloquently rustling as they flutter to the ground.
Autumn’s breeze is whispering to them a revelation.
Vanquished they are soon to be. Vanished – they will have no sound.
Eerily the evening creeps, its shadows enveloping the trees.
Stirring in the wind, the leaves now hiss as November’s grieves.
Trembling are the leaves that on lush boughs once brightly swayed.
Ashen is their world; murmuring with fear, crestfallen they lie,
Longing for the green of summer,
Knowing they soon will fade. . . .
Inglorious is our end! Can you hear their forlorn cry?
Now the wind is quiet, and the leaves have all grown still.
Gone is Harvest Moon. First snow falls with a silent chill.
Categories:
loquently, autumn, sad,
Form: Acrostic
Lying beneath the parasol we listened as the rains stormed the castle,
Obstructing our beach date behind bastions of fog and shadowy palls;
Voluptuous curtains of crimson covered your lips as you drew in close,
Eloquently reminding me that I was, at this moment, the luckiest man;
Loving your dulcet laughter was when I knew, your vivacity won the day,
It drowned out the rains and detangled the nervous jitters of a boy-man;
Never allowing me to forget that this might be the beginning of my Life,
Ever easy to recall --the ever-clever jokes I told you, one after another,
So intoxicated with your happiness that I forgot to check on my smile,
Still there to this day, every morning that I wake next to you, my Love.
February 16, 2016
Categories:
loquently, for her, happiness, love,
Form: Acrostic
Whitecaps, buoyant pearled sea snow;
Overhead crimson-coral clouds bend low
Nourishing earthbound beauty starving souls
Desperate to fill the inner hole.
Eloquently, nature's hymns to God abound,
Rising in waves of color, light and sound,
Filling the gaping wound in my breast,
Uplifting me in God's perfect rest:
Love's evidence brings healing profound.
Copyright, January 10, 2016
Faye Lanham Gibson
Categories:
loquently, beauty, god, nature,
Form: Acrostic
D reamer
A thinker
N ever a stinker
I ntensly ironic
E ven sardonic
L oves sick humor
L aughed at her tumor
E loquently silent, completely non-violent.
Categories:
loquently, funny, introspection
Form: Name