THE SKY, THE LIGHT, MY BRAMBLES
October
is autumn’s landscape.
Early,
its dark blanket covers night.
Slowly,
comes morning sky. A flaming jewel.
Rolling ruby rivers of light.
I woke,
and sat on the edge of day, watched
the black kettle night shy away.
Shadows lift.
Away my down-trodden brambles.
Dverse Quadrille “blanklet” 44 words sans title. © Misky 2020
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10 responses to “dVerse Quadrille #113”
I so like this Misky, it has an autumnal flow as well as tone, and the line – “flaming jewel” captures my senses.
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Thank you!
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Very welcome Misky.
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I love that second-to-last stanza!
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Lovely poem, dusk to dawn of October. I particularly like “A flaming jewel.
Rolling ruby rivers of light.”
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Oh, I love this! Very beautiful and enchanting writing.
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This is lovely… and to sit watching the dawn like that is perfect…the black kettle night made me think of morning coffee
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Such a comfort in the ending. This part is just stunning:
Slowly,
comes morning sky. A flaming jewel.
Rolling ruby rivers of light.
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This has a lovely flow to it, and beautiful imagery: you used those 44 words so well!
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“Rolling ruby rivers of light.” There is so much magnificence in the sunrise. I should make an effort to see it more often. Beautiful quadrille ❤
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