garden bed sighs
of dead petals & fallen leaves
we let the echoes of
departing birds
pingpong our words
as daylight careens into shadows
and veil our tawdry
sunflower-lit crown
let's scarf down
into the autumnal darkness
& slow dance under
second-hand star lights
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Quadrille, hosted by Lillian Hallberg. This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, careen. Thanks for the visit.
Ah Grace, I adore the scene you've painted here. our "tawdry sunflower-lit crown"....the scarf...a slow dance under second-hand star lights. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteAnd I have always been meaning to ask you about the photo you have as your blog header. Did you take it? Is it near you?
This is absolutely stunning, Grace!💝💝 I especially love the "echoes of departing birds." November is truly a time for autumnal darkness.
ReplyDeleteHaven't read your work for a while. You haven't missed a note since. One's inspired.
ReplyDeleteI really love the scene you have painted... there is a sadness in autumn that is so very present now at All-saints day.
ReplyDeleteLuv how you imaged the winding down of 2021
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Much💛love
Grace- I love the images your words create- beautiful!
ReplyDeleteVery charming and lyrical. I did not find it sad, but rather nostalgic.
ReplyDelete"daylight careens" - I love this - daylight is one of the very last things I would think of putting together with the word "careen" ... how beautiful.
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So evocative, loved the imagery, especially the brilliant wordplay in "veil our tawdry sunflower-lit crown" 👏👏
ReplyDeleteSuch lovely words and evocative images. Bittersweet.
ReplyDeleteI was surprised to hear a pre-dawn bird chorus this morning when I went out walking.
loved the images this brought to mind
ReplyDeleteEach couplet a perfect little corner of fall.
ReplyDeleteYou produced another stellar response to a prompt, excellence within every couplet, and a message both clarion and truthful.
ReplyDeleteAutumnally awesome, Grace. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteOne of the few pleasures of seeing a waning moon can be most mesmerizing. Wonderfully penned, Grace!
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Grace, Loved this. Such a fine evocation of light failing and darkness falling even as intimacy "under second-hand lights" brings its own joy!
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dora
nostalgic is the right word, you paint such a vivid mellow scene. feels wistful ...
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ReplyDelete'second-hand star lights' great image!
ReplyDeleteI like the imagery of second-hand starlight. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteand veil our tawdry
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I always love where your poetry takes me Grace.
A masterful job of painting the drabness of departing autumn!
ReplyDelete"Pingpong our words" ~~~ what a delightful image. I want to hang on a bit longer to our vibrant leaves.
ReplyDeleteOh, I especially love that
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So beautiful, Grace.
Beautiful imagery - your poems always celebrate nature in such a wonderful way.
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