And low creeps the season
away from summer
into the lateness of stealthy
September's evening chill.
To here, cloud obscured
October's late dawnings.
Dull days of damp hedgerow
enlightened by autumn's
golden glory fantasia.
Viewed from behind
a safe and warm
living room window
awaiting grocery delivery
and restoration
of immune system,
locked away
until another day.
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dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: something i was writing as sept turned to oct but was interrupted by being rushed into hossie.... brought up to present this morning
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Comments5
Good write dusk.
Good morning Orchi and Fido. Hope you two are keeping well. When are Fido's pups due?
Thanks dusk. lol. Fido may have been 'done', 'seen to'!
May that freedom come back to you soon d a and your walks with Nature fill your life once more.
Andy
what's a good metaphor good for, if it can't be put to good purpose like this .. exceptionally good stuff sir & am so glad you posted today ........... Neville
Such a beautiful poetry dear poet
And the last lines were so hopeful, down with immune system waiting to be restored.Down with flu it gives courage here too.
I relate so well with your words
as a child, I was a sickly kid
and had to watch from the window
as other's enjoyed
their freedom of painless, breadth
PE classes
where seating was my only, contribution..
and so, I know how low
that bass tone of melancholy in your poetry hovers,
but I love the way, you still wax lyrical about that Nature
waiting, for when next you're well enough to visit
with the patience of a knowing, old friend..
a great write Dusk! judged that subtle emotiveness in your wording, wonderfully
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