"all the leaves are brown
And the sky is grey"
The stillness of the pond
ruffled by a solitary magpie,
"one for sorrow",
head down,
pause to drink
and gone.
Pidgeon's quarrel,
flap and flutter,
while squirrels look on
and turn to beg for crumbs
from a passer by,
glued to his phone.
This quiet morning
the summer sun
dapples the grass
with splashes of green and gold,
but,
in my melancholy moment,
all the leaves are brown
and the sky is grey.
- Author: markashley1961 ( Offline)
- Published: July 18th, 2024 05:21
- Category: Nature
- Views: 13
Comments1
Drawn by the title, Mamas and Papas, California Dreamin. How I loved their music. This poem has beautiful imagery, albeit a melancholic tone. Whenever I see a solitary magpie, I find I am always searching for a second one. Brown leaves and grey skies have an autumn feel, even in summer. Pleased I stopped by, to read your work today.
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