who braided willow’s hair and left a shoe?
a question sways beneath October’s breath.
sky flickers blue where red and gold shine through,
the sun drifts slow along the edge of death
each leaf unbuttons light the season knew
crab apple tree binds glass in morning grains
as if the sea once hummed beneath its veins.
the forest ferns hold silence in its sleeves
soft needles fold the world in tender chains
what does earth dream on, beneath fallen leaves?
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry Form is Dizain. Thanks for visiting and commenting!
I love the question on which you end, Grace. I am mesmerized by these lines: “crab apple tree binds glass in morning grains
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What a wonderful way to describe autumn now when all the leaves have fallen... we kind of know, but we still have a long time to wait.
ReplyDeleteThe land is alive!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your autumn poem. Thanks for hosting and the interesting form. Especially these lines.
ReplyDeletesky flickers blue where red and gold shine through,
what does earth dream on, beneath fallen leaves?
Just beautiful Grace!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteNicely done. I'm confused by the first line though - what does it mean?
ReplyDelete"what does earth dream on, beneath fallen leaves?"
ReplyDeleteWhy a new Spring season I have no doubt...
Beautiful write, Grace and thanks for the prompt!
"the forest ferns hold silence in its sleeves"
ReplyDeleteNice one
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Divinely beautiful. Grace. Thanks. Xo, Selma
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading your poem and the images that you painted here, Grace. It was mesmerizing.
ReplyDeletenice autumn meanderings. You got the rhythm just right.
ReplyDeleteGreat end wondering about the leaves’ dreams. Lovely writing. Thanks Grace. Xo, Selma
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of a question swaying beneath October’s breath and soft needles folding the world in tender chains.
ReplyDeleteA pensively reflective dizain, Grace, one that flows like an autumn dream, where sky, sun, leaf, and tree "fold the world with tender chains."
ReplyDeleteThe metaphor and alliteration in this line is so perfectly beautiful: "the forest ferns hold silence in its sleeves." Wow.
What a gorgeous write, Grace! Though it is wistful, the imagery is beautiful.
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