A Gentle Autumn Day

Tendrils of gossamer morning mist

mingle softly with the smoke of 

fires distant on the crimson ridge


ancient thatch drips diamonds

on worn iridescent flagstones 

a veiled sun lifts night's cloak


spent golden leaves pause on dew

spattered grasses fatigued from

their summer's frenetic toil


thus begins a gentle autumn day



Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-10-28 at 14:01

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Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
What a beautiful day it would be to begin like that...you inspired me to begin my days inhaling all of these.

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Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
Lovely. I do love Autumn, it is full of contrasts; and the colours - oh, just magnificent. If there is one word I am in LURVE with - it's tendrils! And you slipped it in there - wow, tendrils of morning mist! Exquisite. I like the idea of the leaves being tired from all their hard work in Summer. And here comes Autumn, taking its time, gentle as it takes us through the crimson, gold, iridescent day on to long, sleepy dark evenings (and all that food I love so much, stews, dumplings, and spicy puddings.)
You really got to me with this.
Marie xx

jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful. I can see and smell it.

Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
Joe! A joy to see you, and the poem is superlative.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done, Joe. It's good to hear from you again.