Sky a precocious November-ed
Gray, laced with threads of cadet blue
Dark billowed clouds angled half below
Majesty’s now, golden English Mountain
The rest billowing into the grayed heavens
Sheared weak thermal stratifications
Yet, an extraordinary touchable
String to Trinity’s atmospheric heart
Chestnut’s Hills dressed warmly in fall hues
Adorn her feet in shades of gold and red
Cedars’ sweetly scented evergreen presence
Connects head and heart to everlasting life
Delicate laced limbs reach high above
Revealing the occasional straggler
Now, a striking golden contrast against
A promised wintering grayed sky
Black walnut trees' citrus-y scented globes
Drop and hide amongst the scattered crackling leaves
Mr. Gambol’s crepe myrtles now neon-ed, brilliant
Orange like Love’s light - filled radiant face
Steep yellowed hills all so freshly cut
Earth’s bounty carefully squirreled away
Winters nourishment gathered with our
Most mortal hands while singing praise above
(Touching the Heavens, Tennessee
~ 24 October 2006)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Debora, I had not read your work in awhile. I recall you wrote to me when I first appeared on poemhunter and I was grateful that one with such depth of talent would take the time. I recalled just now as I was reading just a handful of your verses how utterly captivated I was when I first read your work. I am no less captivated now, and reading your words is like a warm bath or a soothing cup of tea. I shall return again and again. It is good to see you again. Sincerely, Susan Bagley NC