Windfallen
My word
that view was something
wasn’t it
Something else entirely
where other
might one ponder and for
so very long and free
Gazing on
these orchard fields
where row pon row
of England’s
most finest
both do grow and yield
each fresh harvest
Tis here
I might just lay
at least until the morrow
with scent of fallen
bruised and weeping fruit
all about n laid
mid bramble and bracken
Windfallen,
both russet and gold
my word, tis such a heady pillow
Now sorely needed
on which to drown
one’s immeasurable sorrow …
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The glory of Nature's wonder and bounty in your words Neville.
Andy
My word, we are both early birds today Andy my friend .. many thanks for being my first call of this new day .. All Good Things,
Neville
Cooeee, I'm fairly early too! lol. Good write Neville.
You are indeed Orchidee & thank you for waiting up for me ..... stay warm, safe n well ....
you know wot I mean ....
Did I even go to bed last night? Doubt it - I stayed up, waiting for your amazing poem!
Drowning in your fruitiest description of apple harvest reminds me of times I did just that and found troubles melted away with the glorious scent of fallen lushness.......... a great first read of my morning dear Nev.........x
I apologise for responding so late to your ever so kind visit and review my dear friend and poet .. I am, as always grateful for the kindness, support and encouragement you show toward my little scribbles ... x
really like your last stanza and the 'feel - tone' of the voice in this write, has a sense of 'mellowed despair': an apt description of 2020 as a whole I think
Thank you my friend .. that is certainly one way of looking at it .... not the best year is it, not by a long chalk ....
Fallen fruit indeed. For our fields have not seen the fruit of our youth fallen for many centuries but an orchard strewn with fallers will always bring to mind the disgraceful deathly export of our fruit to flanders field and the like.
Beauty is a reflection of the souls sorrow.... amplified in me with your fine words today.
I always get a kick when a metaphor falls into line with another's train of thought .. and even more so when that other just happens to be a peer for whom I have a great deal of respect .... like write now .........................
Your work is definitely something to be admired... Poetry in its most poetic form. Pleases all of the senses.
................. wow, you really are far to kind my friend .. but I do like it .... may thanks indeed Clara ...
Reads like a sultry autumn day in sun ripe pleasureness.
........................Twas luverly while it lasted .. I think .. Cheers Michael
Such beauty your words, here I have windfallen oranges,
mostly half eaten oranges that Squirrels drop upon the ground
Tiny little peels strewn all over the place
Yet your vision almost romantic feel,
Loved it
Thank you kindly RB .. windfallen oranges sounds just like my cuppa tea ..................................
bless ya
.... Neville
Such beautiful poetry....I loved the last stanza about the windfallen apples, so eloquently written!...C
.............................................how very bloomin kind my friend .... it is good to have you back ...
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