Bride of the Hedgerows
It seems to me
She’s
Everywhere
On leaves
On trees on
Moonbeams
Fair
With autumn
Highlights
In her hair
A silver weave
Runs
Through the
Cotton dress
She so much
Loves to wear
On evenings
Such as these
It seems to me
She’s
Everywhere
More lovely than
A leeward
Downcast
Soulful stare
And
Filled to overflow
With
Bronzes
Golden browns
And greens
A colour wheel
Of inbetweens
Of berries pulses
Nuts and seeds
This winter
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Comments6
Super lyrical write - love the idea of bride of the hedgerows.
thank you sir a most appreciated visit
A fine write N.
thank you orchidee.. no tutting then, I did mention a pulse.. N 🙂
Neville, your poem is excellent. I love the way you've woven all the things you love about her through the lines. A silver weave through the fabric that is representative of your admiration. Great job and keep posting.
Merry Christmas to you and your family.
you are far too generous Tamara.. you are also very much appreciated and always welcome my friend.. Seasonal Regards and All Good Things to you and yours... Neville
And to you and yours, as well. 🙂
bless you T x
Thank you!
my pleasure
Neville,
A beautifully penned poem lending itself to a seamless, enjoyable read!
Awesome!
~Laura~
you are very kind Laura & very much appreciated too... Neville
Super write Neville, I was there amongst Autumns wonderful times as she looked for winter.
good to know know my friend, many thanks indeed.. Neville
An brilliant ode to autumnal's wooing of winter - - so pleased to have caught the heart of this tribute.
Thank you Fay, another much appreciated visit my friend....
Neville
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