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Shriveled with cold the golden hair of hedgerow ferns
droops, growth deserted,
bent over and brown.
A crown of wet spider-spun curls all that is left of their
former proud verdure as time
breaks all shape down.
Summer sprayed onto thin-fingered waving hands
shiny green glamour
from the ground nurture.
Climbing vines, supported by leaf-splayed invitation
space-ride on board to race
and reach highest first.
Hedgerow-togetherness proves contact works right
until autumn mists
become too cool for life.
Thick fronds tremble as death's sickle crumbles to
crumbs fern-fingered skin and
beheads blooms in ice.
Ends one display while roots know waiting Spring
is already linked
in prepared movement
to burst life-change from blueprints
and create infinite beauty
by new beginnings.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments8
there's something comforting, knowing
this cycle of seasons we depend upon, rely
upon each other as well, maybe
when we too, can learn
to utilise that level of Trust
between each other, we may finally
understand the true meaning, of existence,
(thanks for sharing, dear Fay
a read that's sure to put someone in a contemplative mood)
Ah - - that pleases my sense of serving readers with words that shine both ways and need a bit more unfolding to see hidden messages. Bless you for this welcome comment my friend.
A phot of babe in arms of mother stood next to grandmother and again great grandmother by her side. The four seasons of humanity..... so ran my thoughts upon reading your piece and that wonderful picture.
Grandmothers are wonderful in their autumn glory, each cast off leaf a treasure of memory.
I never knew my grandparents but i want to be the best grandpa friend to my grandchildren.
Beautiful poetry, yours, evokes beautiful thoughts Fay.
So good when the verses I post are seen as evoking more thought dear D. - and your comments are always muchly appreciated.
You have an admirable writing style, dear Fay. Very classy very antique for lack of better descriptions. I enjoyed this one thoroughly!
Ah - - Garth I am delighted you think of my work as classy and doubly delighted you enjoyed the read of LInked.
I suppose that's the thing with global warming. Leaves are staying on the trees longer, and flowers are coming out too early. Now, will there be snow.
Well that view is as good as official news Paul - the changes are here and we could well get snow in June eh - oh what a thought...........
I thought we did get snow in June. lol
Nice write
Thank you indeed for your visit and good to know your enjoyed the read.
Beautiful words Fay showing Nature's wonder in all its glory.
Andy
Yes the beauty we find in Nature is second to none dear friend. Thanking you sincerely for your support and comment on Linked.
So well you played the words as if they could change the curtains of the changing seasons
So vivid
Well penned dear poet
Thanks for sharing and have a great day ahead
Thank you masses for your lovely comment and I really agree that words when played can make all the difference to a chosen subject - wishing you too a very pleasant weekend.
Through the beauty of Fall with part dread, part relief of the winter that sends us indoors to fireplaces and hot tea. Maybe we would lose hope if we didn't think of the Spring to come! Something to always look forward to dear Fay.
Ah yes dear Lorna - looking ahead is sometimes the greatest of warmers when cold strikes the ground and all growth has to stop. Seasons are as you state so beautiful however with all their changes.
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