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 makes my eyes squint
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
all photos courtesy of Joy Leftow unless otherwise noted
Liked it a lot!
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I feel a poem coming on like an urge to eat something sweet
A craving to see something beyond these city streets
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Very poetic indeed!
Indeed, what Tanuj says is right That's a lovely stanza. Can't get over it as I recite it over and over again. So elemental. Ah, fall colors before the first freeze!
ReplyDeleteYes, yes, yes! ;)
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it seems Autumn is Creation's crown of glory. out in the country last week i watched a tree turn from green to yellow and red all in the space of a few days, outside my window. this seems to have turned poetic in at least part of your poem. so descriptive indeed.
ReplyDeleteThat's wonderfully poetic. Asolutely loved it.
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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
The romance in the following lines I quote is beautiful.
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
And well, reading this, I'd wanna come to the west. America is very beauftiul, I hear.
consonantal alliteration, the images, the colors, the textures, it's all working here Joy, you carry this well without breaking out into cliche --- a very very nice read to boot.
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