The Changing of Seasons

Gold cherry

By marandina

Wed, 08 Nov 2023
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21 comments
 

The Changing of Seasons

Skies painted silver

Rain drifting on breezes.

Cumulus roiling in the distance.

The sigh of mountains

Heaving in silence.

A skein of geese leave

For warmer climes.

Winter nears…..

The snows are coming.

Eagles cry, circling like ghosts

Far from hidden eyries.

Haunting mist blankets forests

Dew drops on boughs. 

We watch dusk falling

in crimson half-light.

Shadows on Aspen bark

So distant from steel and glass.

And as the world turns

The seasons change once more.

 

Image free to use at: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forest#/media/File:Adirondacks_in_May_2008...

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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Very evocative. Had you a particular place in mind? Rhiannon

 

Submitted by marandina on

Thanks Rhiannon. It's the US Appalachians....in my imagination, anyway...and an homage to autumn 

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

A beautiful evocation of this time of year, and it's our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day! Please do share/retweet if you enjoy it too.

Submitted by marandina on

Oh thank you, so much Jane. That's wonderful! Paul :) 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

lovely marking of changing outdoors :0) Sweltering at 7, you are! I hope it will be a long while before snow comes

 

Submitted by marandina on

Ah thanks, Di. 7C is sweltering? Hmmmm...so what's the temperature on your Scottish Island? And how bad does weather get up there in winter? I'm apprehensive about what the answers will be... 

I do love autumn and it inspires so many when it comes to poetry. This is a good thing :) 

 

 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

4! Down to 2 tonight. Doesn't feel so bad as the wind is SW :0)

 

Submitted by marandina on

Ah. Now that *is* chilly. I will look out for frost on forthcoming photos on FB :) 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

:0) will be extra out of focus when I need to wear gloves!

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Love, 'the sigh of mountains' and 'Shadows on Aspen bark so distant from steel and glass'. The approach of short, cold days captured so beautifully in your poem.

 

Submitted by marandina on

Ah thanks for reading it, Jane. Glad you liked this one :) 

 

Submitted by celticman on

the seasons are changing. your words catchng the light brings them closer.  

 

Submitted by marandina on

Cheers, CM. Always appreciated you reading (avoiding mentioning CL this time. Erm..) 

 

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Beautifully done - and very well deserved golden cherries Marandina, though I must say I'm Team Geese and would gladly go south at this time of year

 

Submitted by marandina on

Ah thanks insert. Team Geese...yes!

 

Submitted by Dynamaso on

Lovely piece - very evocative. I'm experiencing the reversal at the moment as I live in Australia and we're heading into a hot summer.

 

Submitted by marandina on

Thanks for reading it, Dynamaso. Top of my bucket list is still a trip to Australia. One day!

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Paul,

this is such a superb poem. You evoke the wildness of the enviroment in the picture. I love the idea of Eagles cry circling like ghosts far from hidden eynes. Also: Haunting mist blankets forest, which is so appropriate for this time of the year.

Very much enjoyed reading.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by marandina on

Thanks for reading, Jenny. And for the kind comments. Hoping you feel better now :) 

 

Submitted by Turlough on

As you describe these beautiful wild and natural places I like how you remind us of the contrasting steel and glass that blight so much of our world. A little jolt to my warm, sleepy, autumnal head.

 

And as the world turns

The seasons change once more.

 

And let's hope it doesn't stop.

Beautifully written, Paul, and enjoyable to read.

 

 

Turlough

Submitted by marandina on

Ah thanks for reading it, T. Much appreciated. Paul