Tumultuous Autumn

Cherry

By Rhiannonw

Fri, 25 Oct 2024
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14 comments
 

Dark days, wet days, grey days,
downpour-drenching
leaf-fall-mulching,
wellies-squelching days.

Bright days,
golden-orange-trees-ablaze days,
wind drying, crispy leaf- carpet crackling,
cheeks tingling, eyes sparkling:
soul-raising days.

Flaming trees and mud –
safe bulb and bud.

[after doing this I realised it also could go under the IP: on the bright side]

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Comments

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Only been there once but this sounds like England  for sure! Tom

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you, Tom. And you are now welcoming the regrowth of the bubls and buds kept safe through winter! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you for the cherries! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

I love all the sounds in this one :0)

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, yes, I enjoyed playing around with the sounds, as well as the mental pictures! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by forest_for_ever on

I love the 'safe bud' line.  It's good to know plans are being laid for a new beginning next spring.  Loved this poem.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

So glad you liked that line, Graham! Good to hear from you. Hope all is fairly well for you all. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

You sum up my favourite time of the year in this poem perfectly Rhiannon.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you. Jenny. When we have wet dark weather, it's good to remember the beauty we see when the sun shines again! Praying for your hospital visit. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thank you so much for your prayers Rhiannon, I really do appreciate so much

Jenny.

 

Submitted by marandina on

"Dark days, wet days, grey days,
downpour-drenching.."

I like the juxtaposition of dark days and bright days. This poem is awash with colour and sound. Fitting for that most wonderful of seasons - autumn!

Lovely stuff, Rhiannon.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you. Lovely to have such an appreciation! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by a102866 on

The last stanza sparks my interest. Metaphorically speaking the hidden seeds in our lives are safe, but the extant foliage is more adventurous, though fraught with danger.

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I hadn't thought of your metaphor. Lot to think about there.

If we have the seed of eternal life, of course it is absolutely safely permanant there. The fruit it produces is good, but maybe the leaves represent or remind of our image and actions that sometimes are more thoughtless or changeable or  need changing!? Rhiannon