sky is sun-shrouded
as birds rustle above trees
rib me not, in cotton nor fur
cool air is light on my brows
cloud me not, in rain nor fog
i'll climb until i fall
with rust-orange hues
embracing distance
between certainty
& red river
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille - a 44 word post with the word - CLOUD. Hosted by Kim M. Russell ~ Happy Thanks giving to my Canadian friends ~ We are having a cool sun-dappled autumn day !
Sure a sight to behold, have to watch that certainty. Hope a great day is had at your pad.
ReplyDeleteColorful autumn at our doorstep.😀
ReplyDeleteColorful autumn at our doorstep.😀
ReplyDelete... had first snow here in AB ... trees are bare ... looks like we are in for a looong winter, friend Grace ... Love, cat,
ReplyDeleteSuch a wonder... and so many of the same words we used apart from the cloud. Yours come out bright and filled with hope though
ReplyDeleteYou've captured such a sense of the season, Grace...a moody season that seems to vascillate between colorful and gray. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving.
ReplyDeleteYour autumn poem has such a fresh feel to it, Grace, with the 'cool air light on my brows'. The oxymoron 'sun-shrouded' is effective - autumn sun is so different to summer sun - lower in the sky and muted. And then there's that final flare of colour - fabulous!
ReplyDeleteOh I love the various moods which this poem evokes ❤️ especially "rust-orange hues embracing distance between certainty & red river" is so elegant an image.❤️ Beautifully executed.
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
I love this unique opening line: "sky is sun-shrouded." We so often think of clouds or darkness as shrouding the sky, not the sun, but the thought of this made me smile.
ReplyDeleteThe photo exquisite with rust-orange hues against a clear crisp blue autumn sky. "Sun shrouded sky" really gives the mood of autumn to me -- it reminds me of the days shortening -sun shrouded.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this very much!
Your closing lines are killer, & I like the way your truncated sentences give it an Oriental--tanka feel. Autumn is coming in stealth-fully here in WA state, but have had no frost yet--soon, soon, quoth the crow.
ReplyDeleteDelightful prose, imaginative and colourful. Autumnal beauty.
ReplyDeleteThis poem shines...brilliant as accompanying photo!
ReplyDeleteA whimsical dressing of colors and air.
ReplyDeleteWell sung. Now is the time for reality to meet the river of dreams
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of climbing until one falls.
ReplyDeleteHappy Thanksgiving, Grace. I guess the temperatures are yet such that you have to bundle up I suppose. I do love the brilliant colors of fall but have to go visit them up north to see them. A beautiful piece of autumn.
ReplyDeleteLOVE the voice in "rib me not" and "cloud me not." Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteAww.. I envy your lovely weather. We have heavy rains here. Beautiful piece, Grace. :)
ReplyDeleteoh woooow. geez. the rib me not and cloud me not is epic!! great!
ReplyDeleteThe time of year for counting the fallen is upon us--do we stop counting when the falling is not so pretty?
ReplyDeleteA light airy feel-like being able to take flight on this sun-shrouded day.
ReplyDeleteI like the playful and whimsical vibe of your piece. "Rib me not", "Cloud me not" - those phrases sound so good.
ReplyDeleteSMiLes.. most
ReplyDeleteonly colored leaves
are tans of sKin sTiLL
in Florida sun so far away from shades
of
pasty
white..;)
i love your colorful river and sky. wonderful imagery.
ReplyDeletecloud me not, in rain nor fog
ReplyDeletei'll climb until i fall
This speaks to me about continuing in the journey until I can no longer do so...