...In the schematics of the theme
Unaltered vibrant rays
...Cast their gilded luminescence
Upon late September Days
...Days returned to the Solid Gold
Of the Amber-Orange leaves
...And the branches brittle limbs
As they Fall from their trees
...An Apple Orchard is going bald
Settling upon distant frosty morns
...Altering the once warm-mist-dew
While snapping the Wild Rose Thorns
...It is the theme of Autumn
In a quiet repose, preparing for her rest
...For Her long winter nap
In a month and a half, at best
...Tis the slumber of hibernation
When trees, barren found
...Misted with the Ice Chip Granules
From Winter's Snow Drift Mounds
Thank you dear one! I really wanted you to read it, last night...and tried to get your attention, but you were on your own flow, and i do understand that! When your going, you do not want to stop the thought progression. Feeling very nostalgic today, as Curtis was at Pike Place Market, in Seattle...And My ex uncle has a Park named after him there! The epsodes today were amazing and filled to the brim with yummy food...views of the Market, i grew up knowing, and the last shot, Of Holly, on her deck, with Victors design: The Space Needle in the background. Thank you so much for your praise. Always, Theo
Herbert would have to use 'ambience' because that's exactly my sentiments of this wonderful poem you have written, Ms Theo! I am not going to admit I'm jealous that I could not have come up with such a remarkable 'vision'. It's Norman Rockwellish; a Currier and Ives ('am I aying that correctly? ') ...those dudes. I see these words etched on a greeting card. This is some nice stuff! And you know Herbert isn't easy to impress. LOL
Thank you so very much Herbert. So glad you liked! Always, T
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lawrence and Herbert said it all... this is wonderfully atmospheric and erudite, so very stylishly penned. t x