October is the month that seems
All woven with midsummer dreams;
She brings for us the golden days
That fill the air with smoky haze,
She brings for us the lisping breeze
And wakes the gossips in the trees,
Who whisper near the vacant nest
Forsaken by its feathered guest.
Now half the birds forget to sing,
And half of them have taken wing,
Before their pathway shall be lost
Beneath the gossamer of frost.
Sunday Sayings: This extract of Evalyn Callahan Shaw’s “October” gave just the right title for this wind ruffled watery reflection at the start of the month
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Shall I keep it simple? This image blurs the distinction between photograph and poem. I’m convinced, what I’m seeing is not just the subject, but how that is perceived inside your thought. Twice seen, we’ll phrase it that way. More than lovely.
Your poet’s perspective is much appreciated Neil not least because it’s how I like to view – till my keen observer begs for more detail and I flip that way.
LOVE the image and “a lisping breeze’!
Thank you – it was such a breeze this day by the pond
Stunning poetry. I love each line!
I agree – the imagery outshines even the rhymes
It does. I love imagery best. It puts me in your world.