The orange of autumn
rests in drops along the dewy grass,
a cover of grounded sunset
beneath the baring branches.
These dead leaves, grounded stars,
past light
reminding me of constancy and change,
of beginnings and agains.
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The orange of autumn
rests in drops along the dewy grass,
a cover of grounded sunset
beneath the baring branches.
These dead leaves, grounded stars,
past light
reminding me of constancy and change,
of beginnings and agains.
I love your writing, your feelings, and the way you “see” things….
Aw, thanks mom!
Oh Amy!! Another gem!! I love everything about this poem. The “grounded sunset/ beneath the baring branches” is an incredible image and the “grounded stars” explode out of the writing. The “beginnings and agains” is a great ending. I have enjoyed, immensely, these last two compact pieces. And I, like your Mom, love the way your “see.” Wonderful!!! Happy October!!!
Cynthia, You are generous! Love and light and “seeing” to you, as well. Yay October!