Golden amber red slowly sailing to the ground
Nothing heard … just the sound of hope
Rustling in the breeze
As the branches wave to a greet me to an autumn day
The magical rhythm of the season
Breathing in the crisp northern air
A hawk glides on the currents high above
The will to move... leaves me
I am captured in autumn’s portrait
Alone within a masterpiece
A sound comes from the distance
Rustling in the leaves he makes his appearance
A full crown graces his head
Mighty buck and his harem
Slowly clearing the way for his entourage
I dare not move for the beauty has stunned my soul
They move with elegance and grace
He senses I mean no harm for I am filled with peace
My mind clear and my heart filled
I sigh and whisper … Thank You for this day
A clear and crisp veiw-point of a wonderful scene of nature, 'Nothing heard … just the sound of hope Rustling in the breeze....WOW! ! ! Another great P.G. TIP Love duncan X
Golden amber red slowly sailing to the ground Nothing heard … just the sound of hope...................................wonderful poem depicting the nature with different style through poweful imagery, thanks for sharing
Yes! Very atmospheric. Lovely imagery. Hope you can maintain the feeling. Cheers. Paul.
You have greeted the autumn day with a creative style that fascinate me here! Inhaling 'The magical rhythm of the season' and breathing it in the form of a beautiful poem! Aziz
This is absolutly moved me, as I am a nature person, and the way you have led the reader to the crisp hills before the autum turns to the coldness of winter, with a vision of hues of autum colour..... Very well constructed... Bonnie
Just wondering Patricia what sort of ink you use in your pen in writing of your wonderful poems this is another beauty you have written here on Nature 10 out of 10
Great sounding musical poem to thy ears, an eezy tenner hear. Hear, hear! Hi Patricia: Thou'st has forgotten thy n in yon branch(brach) up above. God bless all poets and readers alike-MJG.
Love autumn as i walk down the road here now, i see reds browns yellows of leaves over the pathway. with just that bit of cold on the wind. a good poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Patricia, what a lovely portrait you have painted here. The imagery so crisp and clear. You could sense the cooler air of winter approaching fast. I love this wonderful poem. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. David