Three willows bowed towards the lake
That slept in placid slumber there,
A mirror of the morning skies
So blue, yet held a chill.
Like flames that flickered in the breeze
Their weary leaves were fading fast,
Towards the call of autumn days
And soon they would be gone.
Some floated on the water's edge
While other's sank into their graves,
Some lay upon the stony path
In patterns where they fell.
I saw the pictures that they made
In tapestries of burning gold,
That changed with every gust that blew
And never were complete.
So lovely Andrew, your words are like silk, wonderful description of Autumn leaves falling, thanks Lynda xx 10
A story of the willows, such emotion in this write Andrew, Oh and by the way did you get your latest book published? Love duncan X
Very beautiful picture.... Which you painted your with soft hand.. 10x10.. Sincerely, Tsira
Andy, this is a most appealing description of an autumnal scene, written with all the style and polish that we have come to expect from a poet of your calibre. I can 'see' your words on canvass, framed and hanging above a mantle-piece somewhere. I particularly enjoyed your 'weary leaves' - an outstanding metaphor. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This once again is another one of your very notorious styles of taking mother nature into the palm of your hand and presenting its story to your readers, as only the way you do so well.... Very very good....
good poem, Andrew...the calmness of the lake the autumn days the floating and sinking leaves all give a philosophic hue to the greenishness of the scene...thanks...10
An enchanting piece Andrew, so full of beautiful imagery. You paint so well my friend 10+
You have captured a snap shot of grace and beauty. I loved 'a mirror of the morning skies, so blue, yet held a chill' Top marks for another lyrical joy!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have captured the colours of Autumn with the falling leaves beautifully..good write Andrew