Autumn’s Hand
Autumn’s Hand
Rolling through hills of Autumn’s land
where thoughts indeed imbibe
existing still are nuances so grand
instilling in sweet heart that freedom ride
Warming breezes brought beyond the sun
hallowed sensuality still bare begun
Mountain’s crest where snow still reigns
islands of trees flouting about
weathered upon as weathering remains
standing still in such errant shout
Wrought from dormant merriest go round
growing immediately eminent without a sound
Coerced within those grasping hands
airy breezes floating so sweetly controlled
provides some lift perusing just so grand
as empowered pains become so rolled
Where limbs and mist attain each other’s stature
growing through lengths of sedentary pasture
Others gaze upon with constrained restraint
at their pursuant reflective odyssey to bear
where cold and warmth and heat will paint
their glowing portrait to be reflective there
However for this sweet sweet moment in time
all rests, ever resistant, as one patient , ever moving, mime
So, here I am. Relate to me, please!
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Nice work Donald, great imagery and phrasing. Very much enjoyed my friend.
Thank you, my poetic friend, for your kind visit. So glad this found favor with you.
Autumn … most lovely of seasons and you present her proudly with great imagery, Donald. Well done.
My favorite time of year, overshadowing, and yet ever waiting for all of the others to take their rightful places in the grand artistic ritual. Thank you very much, Phyllis.
Excellent imagery my friend, well done piece. Nice work. I must admit the color spread of autumn is intriguing but it is a precursor for winter. Maybe that is why i never took a liking to autumn. Either way nice work my friend
Thank you very much, friend Paul, for your kindness. Always good to see you here!