Time has run through
golden fields of hay
and swam the moss-covered
ponds in the soft amber
light of dawn.
There are shards of
beauty in the
rubble of a broken life.
Those summer days
crawled
like
a
grumpy
tortoise.
Then galloped on by, like
a bareback colt.
I fed on the breast of life,
grew strong, and free.
And now,
those November birds
are
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments9
So very beautifully written dear Thomas from the darkness of hell, we rise to see and to appreciate every last bit of glorious beauty there is to see. 🌹
So very true, sweet Teddy.
Great write
Thank you.
You're welcome
Ooh! I dearly love how skillfully you use metaphors herein, illustrating so much capably! Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a ghastly, haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing!
Thank you so much.
Wonderful poem Thomas. Love the way you use animals to convey the passage of time. Brilliant! 🌹👏
Thank you.
Time such a relative thing. A powerful write that leads to reflection
Thanks.
Good write T.
Thank you.
Great write TWC! 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
Thanks.
Welcome 👍🏻🕊
Like it. I love Summer and long for its return.
Walks in the Countryside and see ‘Hazy Sunshine’ on the Fields and hear Birdsong.
Powerful in both expression and imagery. Great write.
Thanks, I appreciate it.
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