What Happened ?
When
night's grizzly black crown falls
to the rite of Light's way
and servant Sun unlocks doors
to Dawn's turreted gable
azure disposes of clinging shawls
as warmth augments rays
to pierce the prism of jet's vault
Yet
soon precocious grey mist-veil
shrouds my cottage walls
to shut shine thru' windowpane
deflecting the morning
in shadowy swirls of sky-change
so replacing bats and balls
a family picnic I now stow away.
What happened to the autumn Sunday
of promised blue I thought would stay ?
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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It went - great work Fay.
Ahhhh brit weather eh? No wonder its our favourite conversation piece.
What wonderful words you have joined here to convey this, quite beautiful.
Love the imagery very poetic, well done
Good write Fay. I reckon I gave up ages ago on weather forecasts. Some trashier newspapers said heatwave of 30C for a month in the UK. There's been none at all this month at that temperature.
Now that's a very eloquent mist that settled over your area! We'll probably have heatwave in December or something! doh!
'Tis the way of the seasons to tease until you think you know its trend, then with a sudden wind you see season's end.
Great writing Fay. ; )
Very good write Fay with great imagery.
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