Tumbling growth in tides of passing
mewing winds that tread the hills
where rustling ebbs of autumn colour
fall from shredding canopies.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
Offline) - Published: September 26th, 2017 01:11
- Comment from author about the poem: I am out of poems now and out of time to write so I'll be posting a few fragments from fusions which I've written over the past few months so they get into the ebook so sorry if you've seen some of them before but it's either that or nothing at all.
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Comments9
Good write with great visualisation.
A fine write and pic M. As I say, I don't always write my poems on the same day that I post them.
Thanks MICHAEL ~ Any ode of yours is much better than nothing at all ! Love all the BULL ! BRIAN ~ Please check my MUSIC ~ B.
Love the imagery used in this autumnal re-post. Pleased you decided to use past work Michael as I for one did not get the chance of earlier reading.
A season-appropriate piece as Fall presents. Enjoyed it, Michael.
Wonderful image and brilliant imagery are expressed in this beautifully crafted poem. Like autumn colour this stumbles. Amazing poem is shared here. 10
Thank you Pintu so pleased you like it.
I like this very much an autumn free verse kind of thing
Michael, if all your fusion poems are as good as this one, just keep on posting them!
It is a great idea to post the fusion here because they get buried somewhere. Nice verse Michael.
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