Around the lake the trees surround
Reflections on the water shine,
And deepest blue the autumn sky
A picture that is so divine,
The autumn all around me now
As leaves are floating to the ground,
A whisper of the summer gone
As they fall without a sound.
November still the morning bright
The weeping willow there does stand,
Touching shade where darkness falls
And drapes the water and the land,
It looks so sad now all is lost
About to sleep through winter's cold,
And cannot cling on anymore
To all its falling leaves of gold.
Which float upon the water's edge
To where the ducks do swim and feed,
Upon the bread from passers by
Beside the languid sedge and reed,
Around the lake the trees surround
A palette rich in colours flow,
And where the auburn yellows blend
With all the scarlet ambers glow.
'A whisper of the summer gone As they fall without a sound.' How beautiful this poem is...Thanks again...10.
About to sleep through winter's cold, ..................................................... . It is a fine metaphor, Around the lake the trees surround .................................................... .........Brilliant picture.. 10... Tsira
The fall out of leaves is compared to falling of whispers...yes...leaves do whisper to breeze...draped in the shade of morning light, the weeping willow stands mourning...good poetic imagery...impressive work, Andrew...nice to read 10/10
Andrew, what a beautiftull way of describing the onset of winter/end of summer. Anticipation of what mother nature has in store...... This is a wonderfull piece of nature penned with so much tenderness..... Bonnie
A bouquet of colours, brilliant scenery Andrew Love duncan X
Superb. Autumn splendour here in all its entirety. Wonderful read. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the embodiment of poet here with all the trimmings, wow, and such a visual visceral treat!