At first light
A burnished bronze horizon
peels back the moonlit sky
revealing ambient scenes
cut crisp by autumn air
relinquished,they fall;
blushed coppers,
caught on a breeze that weaves
swirling like a river
through the bare limbed trees
they flow all around the woodland
to settle upon the ground
a carpet of cut copper pieces
the autumns rustling sound.
<Deleted User> (13762)
Fri 10th Nov 2017 11:08
your poem Des had me looking at images of copper verdigris and all the wonderful colours the process of weathering produces - not quite 'burnished' but mossy perhaps and not out of place in your autumn woodland. Nice poem, thanks. Col.
Desmond, You have encapsulated the fullness of autumn in a poem of great beauty. Thank you. Keith
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DESMOND CHILDS
Sun 12th Nov 2017 08:56
Thank you Colin and Keith for your comments, they are both very much appreciated
Thanks des