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Fay Slimm.

 

 

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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.      
 

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 5th, 2021 04:17
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  • L. B. Mek

    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)

    • Fay Slimm.

      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.

    • dusk arising

      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.

      • Fay Slimm.

        So good when the verses I post are seen as evoking more thought dear D. - and your comments are always muchly appreciated.

      • Garth Rakumakoe

        You have an admirable writing style, dear Fay. Very classy very antique for lack of better descriptions. I enjoyed this one thoroughly!

        • Fay Slimm.

          Ah - - Garth I am delighted you think of my work as classy and doubly delighted you enjoyed the read of LInked.

        • Paul Bell

          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.

          • Fay Slimm.

            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...........

            • Paul Bell

              I thought we did get snow in June. lol

            • The BlackShakespeare

              Nice write

              • Fay Slimm.

                Thank you indeed for your visit and good to know your enjoyed the read.

              • Goldfinch60

                Beautiful words Fay showing Nature's wonder in all its glory.

                Andy

                • Fay Slimm.

                  Yes the beauty we find in Nature is second to none dear friend. Thanking you sincerely for your support and comment on Linked.

                • spilleronsheet

                  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

                  • Fay Slimm.

                    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.

                  • Lorna

                    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.

                    • Fay Slimm.

                      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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