The Missing

By Silver Spun Sand

Thu, 29 Oct 2015
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Fall is the season of mellowing and missing
Pistachio poplars have mourned themselves bronze...
 
A sprinkling of stars slip their tethers and listen
Elegies of a season of mellowing and missing...
 
The moon, palely, rises...still counting her blessings
Fledglings have flown now it’s time to move on
 
Fall is the season of mellowing and missing
Pistachio poplars have mourned themselves bronze 
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Poem
Silver Spun Sand Poems
Philosophy
Nature

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Submitted by pom99 on

'Fall is the season of mellowing and missing
Pistachio poplars have mourned themselves bronze' 

I actually feel that I am standing in a forest of poplars. 

Such are the words in this poem, that they have a soothing effect on me.

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I particularly liked that first line, too. It seemed to have a soothing, musical feel to it, as well as  apt thought in the words. Poplars do seem to lose their leaves early, don't they? Rhiannon