PoetryPix
depictions by the rule of thirds; descriptions mostly freestyle words
Turn of the page
Now it is November’s turn of the page
Bowing out on just the barest offering of olive branch
Shaken tip to toe by boisterous winds from the North
Taken off in storm ’til at last the last of the pageantry passes
– (Stores of leafy memories kept back for winter tales)
Floors of wood and forest must bear the brunt of rustic ruination
Carmine and copper carpets diminishing to earth
Thinning with frayed edges where the roots clutch
And dormice nestle down with nuts of beech and hazel
Hand wave to Autumn’s long goodbye
In the Imaginary Garden, Kerry invites us to say A Skyflower Friday: Goodbye
25 Comments on “Turn of the page”
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I adore your “Carmine and copper carpets”. A lovely read altogether.
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thank you and Hello Kerry!
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A beautiful gentle write Laura. Thank you for sharing.
Anna :o]
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Thank you for these lovely words Anna
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“Autumn’s long goodbye…..” how beautifully you have described it.
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Autumn always feels like that to me Sherry before winter moves in for the duration
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Reminds me of my little chipmunk raiding my bird feeder cheeks bulging getting ready for winter. Great poem of the changing season.
Dwight
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I can visualise those cheeks Dwight – thank you for that!
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I hope to do a poem in the future with a photo of those bulging cheeks!
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Laura, Your selection of words are so careful and so brilliant. Your scene and color descriptors set a tone and mood that blend perfectly.
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A jewel of a comment Jilly – many thank-yous!
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It does take winter a long time through autumn to say goodbye to summer.
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And for Autumn to give way to winter which in turn takes forever to say goodbye!
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I always feel like autumn is a drawn out goodbye… and December is coming with winter (at least we can believe it’s like that)
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Indeed
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Autumn’s long goodbye so beautifully written, so beautifully imagined. Seasons leave their art and we too often miss it.
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Well said Susie – we must use an artful eye to view the seasons & not just body warmth!
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And it is a long goodbye ~ Love the nature’s offering ~
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Thank you Grace – I have a naturalists heart but sometimes slip slide into anthropomorphism – am wary of that although John Clare manages with aplomb
“When Winter comes in earnest to fulfil
His yearly task, at bleak November’s close”
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I so enjoyed this poem, Laura, and imagined November turning the page and
‘Bowing out on just the barest offering of olive branch’.
I also loved the use of colour in
‘Carmine and copper carpets diminishing to earth
Thinning with frayed edges where the roots clutch’.
Oh to cuddle up with the dormice!
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Praise fro you is praise indeed Kim – much appreciated
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Beautiful! I love how you capture the changes in season, and signify the process of slow decay with ‘Thinning with frayed edges where the roots clutch’.. it somehow reminds me of transition which we as human beings experience within our short span of life.
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A charming analogy – thank you for this nice and incisive comment
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What a lovely goodbye to November!
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thank you Kiki – I never imagined I would miss it!
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