pumpkins line the barn
cicadas now fade silent
sunset sinks low
naked branches sway
leaves swirl along the fence line
dog trots through gray yard
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I recently recorded a full spoken word reading from Seedy Town Blues, along with a new piece from my upcoming collection Searching for Nod. You can listen to the full reading here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aTaWIxuXrLY All of my books are available here: https://www.amazon.com/stores/Thomas-W.-Case/author/B0CL2RKDGX?ref=sr
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Each line an image all connected with a season and setting all projecting a feeling of coming winter. Well done my friend
Thank you.
You are most welcome
Atmospheric enjoyment 🕊️🙏🏻
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This feels like the three days of British summer has come and gone, and we're heading into hibernation as we speak.
Ah, well, there's always next year.
Thank you, sir.
Thomas, what struck me most is the progression from sound to silence. The fading cicadas, the lowering sun, the bare branches...each image contributes to a sense of autumn settling in. The atmosphere is beautifully rendered. Wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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Sounds like fall .. we call it autumn .. reads like a brace of haiku .. sublimely composed .. Neville
Thank you, my friend.
Oh how I wish I could see it for myself, I love autumn, here it doesn't start until September 🍂🍁🍂🍁 beautiful dear Thomas.
Thank you, sweet Teddy.
A fine little Poem.
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a very descriptive write - short and yet powerful..
Thank you.
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