"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
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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OH! This!
ReplyDelete"stitching tighter days of summer"
Looooove.
Actually I do love this part, just before decay... anything plum-peppered goes for me.
ReplyDeleteYou really paint such a clear picture of autumn in this, Grace. I can see what you word-painted.
ReplyDeleteI 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:
ReplyDelete'black as dried tarragon sprigs'
and
'stitching tighter days of summer
into yellowed cocoon'.
Extremely vivid descriptions bring to me the sounds of fall fleeing.
ReplyDeleteAll wonderful -- and especially the first and last stanzas!! Delectable!
ReplyDeleteMy kind of Autumn!
ReplyDeleteSuch gorgeousness here 💖
ReplyDeleteYes, 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.
ReplyDeleteOh, Autumn is here. This season is love. So is this poetry.
ReplyDeleteI like the way you connected shadow with the changing of the seasons.
ReplyDeleteI liked the last two lines about the plum-peppered leaves under the shadows.
ReplyDeletestitching tighter days of summer
ReplyDeleteinto yellowed cocoon
...like that image!!
oh my, this is such a lyrical description of autumn
ReplyDeleteSome 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.
ReplyDeleteSuch vivid images of the autumn season.
ReplyDeleteYour ability to understate images amazes!
ReplyDeleteAlthouigh the autumn is asscoiatedwith decay and death,m but it is necessary for new life to flourish.....and you have flourished that life beautifully..........
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery, Grace. :)
ReplyDeleteA surreal painting done with words and images. I am hesitant of the days that will force me out of sandals and into socks.
ReplyDeleteAutumn sure is at hand and it can be grand
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Grace. Evocative of the new season.
ReplyDeleteWondrously painted scene
ReplyDeleteOh this is lovely: "black as dried tarragon sprigs" --
ReplyDeleteLove the sound of that ending rhyme.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!! Such lovely turns of phrase and wonderful autumn imagery.
ReplyDeleteShadow Song of Fall..
ReplyDeleteliGht groWs dArk..
Birds SinG
SonG..
Bless
oF Night
dims longer..
Bees
polliNate
next year
hope for liFe..:)
Love your opening stanza that describes dotted birds as "dried tarragon sprigs." What a beautiful illustration of the coming of fall.
ReplyDeleteThis is stunning! I especially like the last two stanzas.
ReplyDeleteI wish summer didn't have to be stitched into that cocoon. I really thought that whole stanza was amazing.
ReplyDeleteYour images are unique and made we want to read slowly-- a lovely poem. Janice (Ontheland)
ReplyDeletePerfect imagery for the coming of autumn, especially the taste of decay.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful images altogether, and the closing couplet is a lovely conclusion.
ReplyDeletethe 3rd stanza is particularly ominous... ~
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