Respite.
Oh the gold of an autumn-sun stillness
lighting dusk-shadows in silver gilding
and etching field edges in misty ridges.
Time to catch fluttering leaves as they dance
with cool breezes
and to laugh as naked- stiff corn stalks wave
to new born sheaves.
Oh the quiet of needed respite times
before work-hours turn colder and
winter growls around countrysides.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Beautiful writing , Fay 🙂 there is such softness in your words ..,
Very lovely poem ,
As beautiful as an autumn day. My favorite time of the year. Yes winter is just around the corner, but the beauty of the fall is worth the wait for winter.
"Oh the gold of an autumn sun" I love it. And those "respite times" are much needed. Just a beauty, Fay. And a fave.
beautiful words Fay. Yes that respite is hear as the glory of autumn fills our hearts and minds.
Andy
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