Nearly Everybody Knows... Poem by Douglas Scotney
Nearly Everybody Knows...
...the colors
of the time before bareness
when a few leaves still hang
from susceptible trees;
and the gloaming greys
of the time of day
just before darkness.
But the colors of what
are still hanging
before nothing,
what colors are those?
Wonderful poetry as an observation on nature. The last stanza gives us time to think. Thank you Douglas.
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4/23/2024 1:28:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A fine photo of colours of nature. The last line makes me think, 'What colours are those? '