Before all is painted white (Autumn)

A birds eye view!

The fading light from wearied sun
silhouettes the ever growing throng,
that line their terracotta perch
in perfect silence, without song.

For they can feel the seasons change
the growing chill in autumns breath
and see their roosts now bright, ablaze
such magnificence in summers death.

Then before all colour painted white
before the bell of winter chimes
as one on wing they take their leave
taking flight to warmer climes.

Author's Note

Have rewritten some of this, 05/10/24, but still feel as though an additional stanza is needed between S2 and S3.

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

You're full of s**t.

No offense.

[Gee]

LMAO...and it is piled 5' 11" high and weighs just over 200lbs.
Will probably delete as I have just done with the latest piffle offered up :)
Good to see some one sticking to their guns :)
Hope you are keeping well David

[barleygirl]

I love the subtlety with which you paint the birds. I love how you weave together brilliance & fading dimness. I love how you contrast this riot of sensory inputs with the stark cold white to come -- it gives the subtle idea that the colorful profusion is treasured, held onto, for it will be gone soon (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Gee]

Always happy when you "like" what I have offered up Margie, that can't be said of to many others on here :))
Thank you kindly. You are much appreciated by many

[John the Baptist]

And very good rhyming it is, too, especially in verse 2. The inner knowledge of animals, such as the birds in the poem, never ceases to amaze me. It's as though they're all psychic. I know my cats are. They know when it's feeding time long before I do. Then again, maybe the little buggers are running a scam on me.

[Gee]

Thank you JTB.
My two mutts sit looking out of the window from 4pm Monday to Friday as they "know" that I will be returning home within 30 minutes of that time.
Hope you are keeping well

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the poem dear friend.
"Then before all colour painted white,
before winters bell it chimes,
as one on wing they'll take their leave
and head to warmer climes."
The above lines. I did enjoy. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Gee]

Thank you Coyote.
Hope you are keeping well

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend. I am doing well and I hope you are doing well also.

[Papaya]

Great title, Gee! And beautiful poem for the season.
Thank you for this offering. :)

[Gee]

Hi Ana, thank you kindly :)
Hope you are all well

[Papaya]

I am, Gee. Hope the same for you! ;)

[Papaya]

Oops, smile typo. Meant to smile not wink. :)

[Gee]

All good here, thanks. Never mind the wink, I mistook it for a mild stroke :)))

[Lorry]

If only red bull really gave us wings, I'd join 'em.
It is a thought how quickly that cooling breeze becomes a nip in the air, which becomes a slap in the face so soon. I think after the year we've all had, Ma Nature should give us a reprieve and restart summer, then move to autumn then spring.
We can dream.
A beautiful piece Gee, with the alarming line of all being painted white. Let's hope covid doesn't like winter and flies off too 😀

[Gee]

Fingers crossed
Thanks for having a read and commenting a Lorry, always appreciated
Hope you are well

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A beautifully written rhyming poem with nature and the seasons at its heart. Nice description and lovely scenario setting.

[Gee]

Cheers John

[Chris Shaw]

A lovely little bit of classical style here. You know when it's done well you can't beat it. Autumn splendour is a delight, but it will never be my favourite season. I am a spring gal meself. Rebirth and all that. Nicely penned Gee.

Chris

[Gee]

And I a spring man :))
Thank you kindly ma'am

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome :))

[Neville]

This is simply rhyming poetry at its most succinctly best sir .. three perfectly perched stanzas pinned to the page .. and filled with apt autumnal imagery ... Very nice indeed :)

[Gee]

Cheers Neville :)