And So It Seems
The leaves are still falling,
caught inside a whip of wind,
and I can’t recall such stillness,
the quietness of a churchyard.
And the sky’s so blue, the ground
in shades of yawning amber
and maple scarlet — which seems
unmatched in this light and shade,
all those leaves floating slow
and sure, called out to play
in a gust of wind. Summer memories
tossed, airborne, and now grounded,
this damp spot, fallen at my feet.
written for dVerse Poets: “Gardens”
The sens of stillness in the falling leaves… love that… just like I could love a perfect storm
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This is stunning…not sure yet of connection to “garden” but a beautiful image.
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beautiful memories indeed.
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Very nicely written 🙂
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It’s funny.. i used
to be almost afraid of
fall with seasonal affective
disorder..
now it
seems
that was
simply a
disorder of
living in a school
and work cave during the day..
now that Summer doesn’t seem
to end in Fall in Florida in the
U.S. of A.. i look forward to
rotting
leaves
like
never before..
death is resting
for life i find now..
i suppose a dead garden
is better than no garden at all..
as long
as A
sun finds
a way to shine inside..
and i have to admit
both dance and
song seem
to generate
that more
no matter season or spring..
and sorry to run on but the nice
customer service lady now says when
i dance in public going on three years now..
at the same SW store town heRe.. i bRing SpRing
with me year ’round no matter what it looks like
outside.. and that my friend after living in hell IS A
Real miracle from 66 months in that other place..
’cause hell
iSreal too..
i feel
now
as Heaven
more too..
A Garden of Dance
and SonG as LovE..:)
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I just love the “yawning amber!” The whole poem is wonderful.
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So timely for the autumn season. I specially admire this part:
shades of yawning amber
and maple scarlet
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I like the summer garden blanketed in a quilt of amber and scarlet as it goes to sleep with dreams of green growing things in a sky of blue.
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I like the movement of the meter and the stillness between the lines!
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Perfection!
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Misky, this is gorgeous, gentle and evocative! I can just see those leaves ‘caught inside a whip of wind’ and the ‘shades of yawning amber / and maple scarlet’. And those final lines took my breath away:
‘… Summer memories
tossed, airborne, and now grounded,
this damp spot, fallen at my feet.’
It's Still Life 
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