Summer's Last Weep

Cherry

By Richard L. Provencher

Thu, 21 Sep 2023
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8 comments
 

Another sweep of

wind

throws all caution

aside

and flings bushels of fallen

leaves

in all-over directions.

 

Time to clean

house

& prepare for new

tenants

the past few months

a blast

toes in the sand

fishing from the shore

& now prepare for

the morrow.

 

Warm clothes from the

trunk

to replace shorts and

bathing suits-

a new direction on

terra firma.

 

 

Certificate U
Poem
Poetry - For All Reasons
Nature

Comments

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

 

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Great change of the season poem Richard.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Thank you, Jenny. Isn't poetry fun. We had a plethora of HOT-HOT summer days and today CHILL time - aaaahh.

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Many thanks, EWAN & ABCtales, for the cherries. I had fun writing this poem. Have a lovely day.12

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Bushels is a brilliant amount word, like the sound of rushing dry leaves, which might have even come from a bush! This is a lovely fresh air poem, "toes in the sand" says so much

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Many thanks, Di_ Hard. In my mind, Poetry is surrounded by a joy of word-clusters. Selecting the right one and honing it with your heart brings even more joy. Blessings on your great writings. 

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Tom Brown on

I like solid ground under my feet, all the best! Tom

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Thank you Tom for the comment. I used to be petrified in my younger days when I could not feel the ground or pool bottom when swimming. Take care.

Richard L. Provencher