AUTUMN�S BREEZE

  

 

 

My eyes need to rest on soft colors of nature

Soothed by blues & purple flowers with green leaves

I need to see maple trees turning red,

Queen Anne’s Lace runs rampant round here

 

I’ve born enough fruit to stay violet for the rest of my life

My eyes need to rest on soft colors of nature

Larkspur, Baby Blue Eyes, Forget-Me-Nots & Borage

Orange Bird of Paradise flanks the entrance to the nearby park

 

Exhorts me to see

Flowers before the winter breeze steals them away

From my window all I see is the steel gray hardness

A light silver sky glinting so brightly it hurts my eyes

 

The farmer from Iowa tells me the cornfields all brown now

Yet inside my head

I long for chartreuse & kelly green Iowa cornfields

Swaying in the breeze

I examine velvet blue bells in the grass as I tread them beneath my feet

 

I feel a poem coming on like an urge to eat something sweet

A craving to see something beyond these city streets

Simultaneously the sun breaks through the harsh steel gray sky

Beckoning me outside to greet New York City streets

So many flowers spring to life in fall

 

Fuchsia Shooting Stars along with Saint John’s Wort & Violets

Ah, finally my eyes rest as I fest them upon a flowering dogwood tree

Scarlet tipped leaves & white blossoms

A final hurrah before the white blossoms scatter the ground

Autumns’ last blooms before fall’s first freeze

 

Reviews

[Violet Rose]

Again, total control with commanding, vivid verbs and colorful imagery. I love the repetition of "need" and the images of specific flora.