i blued over your heavenly feathers
with all the tender songs
now as autumn wind
paints
sunflowers brown
green leaves to ochre
roses to crushed velvet black
and sky calls you
with aubergine & red-orange sunsets
i will linger
by the door, gathering seeds
Dried Hydrangea @ Grace
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille #136, Let's Linger, hosted by Linda Lyberg. This is a 44 word post with the selected word, Linger. Join us with your quadrille poem.
I love the way the poem transitions to the coming of autumn- lovely Grace.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful multi-sensory experience and so enjoyable to read.
ReplyDeleteOh this is exquisite. You are an absolute painter artist with words!
ReplyDeleteExquisite indeed
ReplyDeleteMuch💖love
I love your use of color as summer transforms into fall. This is a beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteGrace,
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love the last lines, dormant as seeds with new life. Perfect.
pax,
dora
great imagery of autumn. loveing your use of colour
ReplyDeleteFantastic. I like the splashes of color from your words and the progression of the poem. I agree with others, the ending is perfection.
ReplyDeleteI love color, and all these color words--summer merging into fall. Lovely poem, Grace.
ReplyDeleteYour use of colours just blends us into autumn beautifully.
ReplyDeleteI really like the lingering to gather fall seeds for spring!
ReplyDeleteyou lingered a while to catch the sensual transition into autumn, lovely
ReplyDeleteYou paint autumn's colors with a romantic stroke, Grace. I'm in love with ochre and aubergine!
ReplyDeleteLovely words.
ReplyDeleteThe colors all feel like characters in this story! "roses crushed to velvet black" is great writing! 💓
ReplyDelete‘I will linger by the door gathering seeds”. Yes! How beautifully you describe the onset of autumn
ReplyDeleteThis is a very mindful way to accept the transition to Autumn, finding beauty and gratitude in the shift of seasons.
ReplyDeletea superb palette of verbs Grace <3
ReplyDeleteI love this! Here's how I read it the second time through:
ReplyDeletenow as autumn wind
paints sunflowers
brown
green leaves
to ochre
roses
to crushed velvet black...
Such exquisite, colourful imagery! Lovely.
ReplyDeleteI love how you paint with words!
ReplyDeleteLovely words. !
ReplyDeleteThere is hope in the gathering of seeds in the fall... I can imagine going full circle with those seeds.
ReplyDeleteGrace, this is so evocative! You're amazing.
ReplyDelete-David
Perfect depiction of autumn approaching. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThe wind does the painting. Aww. I like that. And I (you) by the door. Aww. I love that too. Thanks for sharing.
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