you can turn red hot, an angry wildfire
on this autumn season
but the cool nights have prevailed
casting a soft brushed-golden light
on your skin
on your cheeks
browning
mellowing
slowing down
your pulse rate simmers to lethargic
wait
you bow to nature
autumn: burning bush
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille hosted by Lisa Fox. This is a 44 word post with the selected word, brush. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thanks for your visit and comments.
I love the visual of your wonderfull autumn poem.
ReplyDeletesome lovely colour and contrast you brought to a burning Grace
ReplyDeleteI love the leaves turning to this color of red, and the autumn sun "casting a soft brushed-golden light" Ahhh very relaxing to read your poem.
ReplyDeleteSo peaceful. Winding down into sleep is the feeling I get reading.😴
ReplyDeleteI like your word choices, the hot colours of summer lingering into the cool of autumn.
ReplyDeleteBow to nature. Bravo!!! Nice one
ReplyDeleteMuch💛love
I love your poem Grace. Nature has a way of bringing back our perspective into what it needs to be.
ReplyDeleteas must we all...
ReplyDeleteAutumn is definitely heating up in array of colors.
ReplyDeleteThe bow is a powerful symbol. I love how these few lines convey respect and wisdom.
ReplyDeletethe colours of autumn are always worth such a beautiful poem
ReplyDeleteThis should be a wish sent out to all the wildfires...
ReplyDeletewait
ReplyDeleteyou bow to nature
Love your poem, Grace! You rightly acknowledged that nature retains its strength against man-made intrusions.
Hank
Utterly stunning versing, Grace. Love this!
ReplyDeleteMuch love,
David
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You captured a lovely rhythm in your quadrille Grace .. lovely.
ReplyDeleteThis made me feel so peaceful, Grace. Thank you.
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