When dawns are long and cool and gray
And birds no longer wake the day
The angle of the sun moves low
And no one dares to mention snow;
I brush the soft dust from my toes
And hide them down inside my shoes.
When noonday sunlight on my skin
Changes from a thick to thin
When youngsters hurry off to school
And cotton gives away to wool;
I have some time for thoughtfulness.
It's autumn that I like the best.
As stated in the sidebar: the photo and the poetry are my work.
5 comments:
birds no longer wake the day...that is SO SAD! I am not in the mood at all but I am glad that autumn inspires you- your poem is fabulouso!
You probably have a little bit of california sun lingering on your skin. There is no warmth here and the basement is still trying to dry.
That is a lovely poem! I will keep it for when autumn comes back this side. Only, autumn is not my best season - summer is! I love summer - especially the balmy evenings with a warm bergwind - I read somewhere rthat suicide rates are higher when a bergwind blows, and I've never understood that! The bergwind is lovely and warm on one's skin. Anyway, off on a tangent again, Your question about rules for weekword - not really sure, the only rules I know are those that Anne of frayededge explained in her post this week. I have been playing along for 20 weeks but am not sure where it originated - will try to find out... Why don't you play along this week - it is the word BROWSE - leave a comment on Anne's post ...!
You are so talented! And I HATE WEARING SHOES! You are right that time is coming!
Linda
http://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com
Delicious words, beautiful image.
Beautiful fall colors and great poem, too. I love the crispness of an autumn morning. It makes me anticipate the day.
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