Shadows small grow long in the fall, darkness takes their place
Fading light impairs memory's sight, a blur of moving pace
Cooling air, as ice of despair weathers an aging face
The call of night a warm bed's delight, at the end of day's race
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A fine write SB.
Thanks Orchi appreciate it
Landscape of shifting seasons...
Thanks Lorenz seasons shift in time and life, appreciate the read
Beautiful, as always. Few words that introduce you to a lot of thoughts.
Thanks so much for the read and kind words of support they are always most welcome and appreciated
A very relatable write, nicely written
Thanks Tobani so nice to have you back. Thanks for the read my friend
You are very welcome
The seasons with all their feels, changes, and challenges also bring their own special “delight.” So much like life. Thank you, Soren, for the introspection. I felt the coolness of the shadows, the loneliness of darkness coming way too soon. But I also snuggled in tired to a warm bed with a comfy quilt. Now I’m ready for another go of it!
Thanks MD yes we age with the seasons and when the cold season of life comes I look forward to a warm sleep under a blanket of turf. Appreciate the read and kind words.
As I get older I look forward to sleep more and more. Wonderfully created poem.Strong rhyme.
Thanks David for the read and yes I hear you getting older myself sleep is not a bad thing but something I look forward to.
A hauntingly graceful verse—quietly powerful, with a gentle melancholy that lingers.
Thank you Salvia for your review and most kind words they are most inspiring and motivating and are appreciated
A fine write, SB. I can relate for sure at my age.
Thank you Jerry for your understanding and support they are always appreciated.
Wow. Powerful poem, full of depth. This is a wonderful metaphor that can be interpreted in a few very impactful ways. In this, I initially read it as the passing of life to death and, how, death is really providing comfort and relaxation from a long, tiring, but worthy existence. Well done, my friend. Beautiful! 🌹👏
Thank you my friend you picked up on the initial intention of this poem right away. So glad that it was not too obtuse. I do appreciate your reads and comments Tristan
You are most welcome, Soren. A brilliant poem speaks for itself...and this poem has done just that. 🌹
Short sweet and a great write!!!
Thanks so much for the read and kind words they are appreciated and valued
The rhythm and word choice enhance the reflective, almost wistful mood. Lovely work!
Thank you for your read and analysis of this poem your supportive words are of great value and cherished
The end of the day can be so relaxing but life is so much better when you arise in the morning soren.
Andy
Thank you Gold for the read and kind words of encouragement and support
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