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Summer’s Bones.
Autumn sings with misted breath
calls her tune to colour there,
glistened blades of jewelled eye
behold the gifted season's wealth.
As tangled tresses, mottled now
twine within the summer's bones.
Autumn sings with misted breath
calls her tune to colour there,
glistened blades of jewelled eye
behold the gifted season's wealth.
As tangled tresses, mottled now
twine within the summer's bones.
I do enjoy your painted
I do enjoy your painted words, that portray such a splendid and vivid picture. Very nice Sue, thank you for posting.
I love that the poem develops
I love that the poem develops with each line the 'bones' of summer. Being a fan of autumn, myself, this has been a delightful poem to read. The line: "glistened blades of jewelled eye," is quite a beauty. The mottling entwining is a wonderful transition-melding together of seasons. Thanks for sharing. /Rik.
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Thank you very much, I'd
Thank you very much, I'd forgotten about this one only found it when I looked at my old iPad.
Autumn is a favourite of mine too. :-) Sue.