Monday, September 26, 2016

Early autumn


a string of birds fly
dotting the clouds with specks
black as dried tarragon sprigs

veil of autumn approaches
stitching tighter days of summer 
into yellowed cocoon

taste of decay will come
faster than my fingers
can count: 

plum-peppered leaves
under shadows of trees 





Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille - a poem of 44 words with the word SHADOW.

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35 comments:

  1. OH! This!
    "stitching tighter days of summer"


    Looooove.

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  2. Actually I do love this part, just before decay... anything plum-peppered goes for me.

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  3. You really paint such a clear picture of autumn in this, Grace. I can see what you word-painted.

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  4. I love the way you kept the shadows back until the end of this gentle autumn poem, Grace.Your internal camera started up above and worked its way down to the leaves under the plum trees. My favourite lines:
    'black as dried tarragon sprigs'
    and
    'stitching tighter days of summer
    into yellowed cocoon'.

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  5. Extremely vivid descriptions bring to me the sounds of fall fleeing.

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  6. All wonderful -- and especially the first and last stanzas!! Delectable!

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  7. Yes, your second stanzas killer, but your closing line hooked me hard You give the piece an almost oriental feel to the stanzas, like a classic form. If so, I don't recognize it, but love the shape of it.

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  8. Oh, Autumn is here. This season is love. So is this poetry.

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  9. I like the way you connected shadow with the changing of the seasons.

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  10. I liked the last two lines about the plum-peppered leaves under the shadows.

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  11. stitching tighter days of summer
    into yellowed cocoon
    ...like that image!!

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  12. oh my, this is such a lyrical description of autumn

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  13. Some images that I actually saw on my walk today, but you have described them so beautifully. Oh how I love "plum-peppered leaves". These autumn days are truly treasured as winter edges towards us.

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  14. Such vivid images of the autumn season.

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  15. Your ability to understate images amazes!

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  16. Althouigh the autumn is asscoiatedwith decay and death,m but it is necessary for new life to flourish.....and you have flourished that life beautifully..........

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  17. A surreal painting done with words and images. I am hesitant of the days that will force me out of sandals and into socks.

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  18. Autumn sure is at hand and it can be grand

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  19. Beautiful, Grace. Evocative of the new season.

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  20. Oh this is lovely: "black as dried tarragon sprigs" --

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  21. Love the sound of that ending rhyme.

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  22. Beautiful!! Such lovely turns of phrase and wonderful autumn imagery.

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  23. Shadow Song of Fall..
    liGht groWs dArk..
    Birds SinG
    SonG..
    Bless
    oF Night
    dims longer..
    Bees
    polliNate
    next year
    hope for liFe..:)

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  24. Love your opening stanza that describes dotted birds as "dried tarragon sprigs." What a beautiful illustration of the coming of fall.

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  25. This is stunning! I especially like the last two stanzas.

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  26. I wish summer didn't have to be stitched into that cocoon. I really thought that whole stanza was amazing.

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  27. Your images are unique and made we want to read slowly-- a lovely poem. Janice (Ontheland)

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  28. Perfect imagery for the coming of autumn, especially the taste of decay.

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  29. I like your sky that looks like dried tarragon sprigs, and the last line, under shadows of trees. I think it is both picturesque and rich in meaning. 😊 Happy weekend, Grace.

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  30. Beautiful images altogether, and the closing couplet is a lovely conclusion.

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  31. the 3rd stanza is particularly ominous... ~

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