Not my Land

Gold cherry

By hedgehog1

Fri, 25 Aug 2017
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16 comments
 

Autumns chill hangs in the air

Mighty oaks are shedding

Two cygnets shrinking

On dark blue water

Red berries still not eaten

Omens of winters breath?

 

I walk cracking the silence

Beneath the tree the bones of life

Leaves digested by the earth

Feed the ground for springs arrival

 

Daylights moon pale and wan

Sheds eerie light upon the ground

Oaks last leaves hang like metal shards

 

My warm blood chills

Sun's rays exiled behind the clouds

I feel a stranger here

As yet this is not my land

Certificate U
Poem
Surreal
Nature

Comments

Submitted by airyfairy on

Very much enjoyed this, with its air of waiting and mystery.  I noticed just the other day that the leaves are starting to turn and the nights already drawing in.  

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Some lovely observation here. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by hedgehog1 on

Thank you for your observations Rhiannon

Edward

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

The anticipation and mystery of autumn, and a glimpse of something else, make this a really haunting poem, and it's our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day!  Please share/retweet if you've enjoyed it.

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Submitted by hedgehog1 on

Thank you airyfairy for both your comments and the upgrade to "Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day". 

Edward 

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

great mixture of nature tainted by the future

Submitted by hedgehog1 on

Thank you for your comment Elsie. I like you follow local poets and my favourite is Hannah Imogen Jones. She has just given 1500 poetry books away as she is moving abroad.

Edward

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

A new name for me to look up ...

Submitted by Di_Hard on

a stillness and slowing down feeling to this, just as life seems to slow and stiffen, waiting for Spring

 

Submitted by hedgehog1 on

Thank you Di_Hard an interesting comment, which has given me much food for thought.

Edward (hedgehog1)

 

Submitted by celticman on

whose land is it? I guess it takes a lifetime to know. 

 

Submitted by hedgehog1 on

Hello celticman, we might in monetary terms have a legal right to a house or land but in reality we are just custodians until our demise.

 

Submitted by YaseminB on

this is a lovely poem.

Yasemin Balandi

Submitted by hedgehog1 on

Thank you Yasemin your comment is much appreciated.

Edward

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hello Edward,

Autumn is my favourite time of the year and like your poem, we walk upon Mother Earth and notice how she takes time to prepare for us for the restful months ahead. The leaves falling and nourishing the earth, all her tiny creatures preparing to hibernate.

Your poem hold so much significance and is relevant to us all.

Thank you so much for sharing.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by hedgehog1 on

Your observations are so very true Jenny, thank you so much for them.

Edward