Changes
When the leaves fall,
we retreat indoors,
gone is the sea-scented beach
crashing waves, in their lust of glory.
The sun in a path of gold
lower in the sky,
creating a paradox of light
on the orchard bough.
The distant mountains reach,
all the peaks soar
in the dust and dark
points of glistening white.
Inside, the couch’s perfume
exhales, of a certain scent
evergreens and pine,
a touch of outdoors.
In all it’s devine splendor
the clouds would break,
one more time, the sun
would give its earnest glance.
Very pretty Zman!
We shall add this one to the Seasonal chapbook! :pharoah2
Cheers!
~Cleo
Hello Zeus,
Lovely scenery! I especially prefer the last two stanzas. "The couch’s perfume exhales" - original! This oil of the season of falls deserves "an earnest glance...one more time." Changes indeed!
David :)
Lor,
thanks,
funny how the coming of autumn puts one in a different mood.
Larry
David,
it's that melancholy mood, that we get into, with the coming of autumn, but soon changes after halloween and the year end holiday season..
Larry
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