FALL BURN

Clattering flocks

of leaves dance down the pavement

angry and fearful

of the wind’s wild rush

White noise whoosh

building into crescendos

of excitement

--more leaves to shake!

Dead brown dry

smoke smell

wraps around

my cortex

forever and ever

Reviews

[Rita L. Sev]

Love the images you paint in this piece, John - Fall is the most sensory-rich season.

[Rosalind Gale]

Most pleasurable verse. Old worldly, evocative. Thank you.
-x-

[rutherford]

Thank you Rosalind.

[Rosalind Gale]

You are very welcome.

[Joyce S. Greene]

Beautifully expressed, rutherford. I could feel that cold wind whistling around your words and am afraid we're in for a cold winter. And how I hate the cold! Very fine poetry.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is a cold, windy day in november...

and also feels like the rush of life receding as we move into the winter of our existence...

i really like all your new pieces...just enough abstractness to make them quite interesting.

[Pryde Foltz]

Life, regardless of its splendour, leads to grief
But life without splendour is naught but grief
The splendour is the solace; seek it out and celebrate
Its memory is the hand that holds yours while you cry

[rutherford]

Wonderful Your comments are poems in themselves