Autumn Woodland.

Ice gowned fingers brush the day,

And paint diamond ribbons

Through the hedges.

Whilst in the silent mist draped, copse

Gold tears, cry down from the bough.

And the sorrowing scent of woodsmoke,

        Rides on the air.

Where lip-red berries send a firery call,

From twisting stems, woven

Through the shades.

And all foot-fall is stilled, caught and held,

         On cushioned paths.

 

 

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cevance's picture

Very poetic. Words of beauty.

Very poetic. Words of beauty.

sweetwater's picture

Thank you so much, I always

Thank you so much, I always appreciate your comments, I regard your work very highly, so to have appreciative comments from you means a great deal to me.  :-)

nightlight1220's picture

Gold tears, cry down from the

Gold tears, cry down from the bough.

And the sorrowing scent of woodsmoke,

        Rides on the air.

 

I love the lines above.... 'gold tears' for life's bittersweet rejections, of which most times, man is defenseless against. The realities of our own inner acceptance of life on life's terms can be the most devastaing of realities to accept, and nothing but tears can wash the soul of sorrows to bring the coming rainbows for which we long.

 

~peace~

........................


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

sweetwater's picture

Gosh thats deep, thank you

Gosh thats deep, thank you for reading the verse and for your comment.

cevance's picture

Absolutely lovely

Absolutely lovely

sweetwater's picture

Thank you, very much. :)

Thank you, very much. :)

Wordman's picture

 "And the sorrowing scent of

 "And the sorrowing scent of woodsmoke, Rides on the air."

 Loved the poem, love that line, nicely done.

 

sweetwater's picture

Thank you :-)

Thank you :-)

allets's picture

Golden tears

Gold tears and boughs reek with unity and emotion - I see this wonder under Mother's direction ~~allets


 

 

sweetwater's picture

Oh thats a coincidence, just

Oh thats a coincidence, just as I have finished reading several of your poems, you comment on one of mine :-) thank you.