Mysterious Grey Clouds

Blue Skies on a Clear Day... with wisps of Autumn Arias. 

where Mourning Doves gather under grey clouds of doubt... 

The Squirrels gather Nuts to hide in rock gardens for  

cold winter days when the Wind and Snow fall softly  

upon the frozen ground where Fox lie in Caves... 

The days become shorter and Buttercups melt like 

Honey in a Hive where Bees come and Buzz until 

early next Spring when golden Daffodils bloom... 

Reviews

[Zoe Richardson]

What a lovely recitation of how nature winds down from late summer to autumn. I especially love the line 'buttercups melt like honey in a hive.' I could picture the drooping yellow blossoms. I had the taste of honey and butter mingling in my mouth. A most excellent read!

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Zoe... the Hives have closed their doors as the Thunder roars. We have stored for the Winter what keeps us well and strong until the Axis turns through a World of turmoil. gently, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Softly, you fill the clouds of doubt with hope of changes to come, seen in due season, moved in said times.
Fragility is everywhere; we must be strong.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Sami… we are a World that gathers people to come together and Reap the Sheaves for Thanksgiving. We are Strong like the Sun that rises and sets and begins a new day with Blessings. gently, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

All true and worthy. You are welcome Patricia.

[Lorry]

Even when the clouds are grey Pat, you still see the optimism over the horizon, which isn't too bad a place to be, is it?
Always on the lookout for optimism and beauty in nature sure beats hibernating until the thaw! 😊

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Lorry… Over the Horizon is so Poetic. You are an Ink ✍️ Well of Prophecy… Thank you for sharing Hope on a Path that Winds around the World. Softly, Pat

[FGFRANKLIN]

This is so pastoral and melodic, it might be the pipes of Pan calling to the tree nymphs across the open fields. Very serene and lovely.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Fabian… your Review has given me Sunflowers 🌻 as they Pray for Sun and Rain to nourish our Fields to Rest until Spring. gently, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

We are approaching autumn and our avian friends and the creatures who visit our gardens are anticipating the change in season and making their own preparations for the colder times ahead. Shorter days, less light but always the promise of spring and the season of rebirth to look forward to. The darker days, make spring even more glorious when she arrives. Anticipating those golden daffodils waving in the breeze that Wordsworth wrote of, a visual joy. Beautiful poetry Pat. You paint wonderful imagery in your lines. Have a wonderful Tuesday.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Chris... you are the quintessential Fairy Godmother of flowers in waiting... the days of Holly Berries are fas approaching and Cardinals are ready for an early Snow as the Wind blows. Wishing you the warmth of an early Autumn to set the Clock back...
Thanks for a lovely review. softly, Pat

[Neville]

not just a poem but a veritable feast for the senses ma'am .. yours soft and warmly .. Neville

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Neville… your Review is very Special to me.. in that you seem to understand how Fragile Life can be. May your days be filled with the Scents of Geraniums that bring Solace to the lonely people who need our love and devotion. softly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

You delicately note at least 6 or 7 magical fractions of nature in this melodious piece, reminding all of how wondrous nature is and how these tiny creatures find their paths , create their abodes…so very beautifully painted.
Warmly, B

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Betty... so lovely to have an Artist's review...
as brushed with magic... We keep Seeds scattered where Birds can rest and snack, This morning there appeared a grey/brown Cardinal with Red entwined with grey feathers on his or her Wings. A dress designer could not compete... with the Art. fondly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome my friend
Warmly,
B.

[Bhuyanshi Talukdar]

"Description of blue skies with hints of autumn melodies, while mourning doves gather under clouds of doubt. squirrels gathering nuts and hiding them in rock gardens.The mention of frozen ground and foxes in caves and Buttercups melt like honey in a hive. It ends with the anticipation of spring and the blooming of golden Daffodils." Such a lovely imagery can be seen throughout the piece. 🌻✨

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Talukdar… I appreciate your ❤️ of these phrases… nature has it’s dances when Autumn Harps Harmonize… gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Even before the death of everything when November skies are dismal gray, there is the hope of spring and new life.
Your poems signify the beauty of life, the cycle of existence.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Jacob... as long as we have Hope, there will be renewal... there is an old Western Movie with Gregory Peck entitled Yellow Sky that is by far my favorite Movie ever... it is a Classic. The ending is all the Heaven I ever need. Thank you for your generous Review. May the Autumn (well into November) be a new beginning. softly, Pat

[emmajoygreen]

' The days become shorter and Buttercups melt' a super sweet visual, Pat.
Your poems are always gentle, kind to readers, aware of your world.. what
a beautiful mind and heart you have, dear friend.

Hope things are calm and more for both you and Roger.. ..

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Em... it seems that Nature is our nourishment when we hunger for peace and love. Roger and myself are surviving against all odds. We are thankful for blessings bestowed. Wishing you Love that surpasses understanding. Your Wings give us strength ... Prayers and Peace, always, Pat

[emmajoygreen]

Thank you so very much, will whisper the Prayers and God willing, will enjoy that Peace. Sending the gentlest of hugs to you both. e

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Folks ... Life is like a Lemon Meringue Pie... each Slice is Sweet
with whipped egg whites... tenderly, the author, Pat