a smokestack behind
rows of trees
turning
with the crisp autumn breeze;
rising far above
the steam furled air
are colors of fall
showing they are going, somewhere -
a bird
on the wing
southbound...
in its backwards spring -
past clouds
building snow,
summer can't wait
it just has to go -
Venus dances in the west
Big-Dipper scoops the Milky-Way,
soon gray clouds will block them all
as night takes over day -
so very still is the silent
out-beyond
that freezes the soul
of the old fishing pond -
there's not a sound
nor even one birdsong
now that the warm wind of summer
is long gone;
with what is coming
and what has went
natures glorious bounty
is once again fully spent -
Wonderfully written poem on the changing of the seasons Smoky.
Excellent Smoky, Winter is surely here now and your poem paints a beautiful picture do the season.
Hey Smoky a wonderful poem you paint a lovely picture of the departing season and the one coming into being Beautifully written well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love Nature and Seasons and the beauty of it all. Wonderful descriptions and words here and felt.