Poems Archive for Seasons:

Autumn

“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”
~ Albert Camus

Autumn
..
loving
underdogs
as I do
it’s easy to fall
in love with Autumn
..when
trees in disarray
begin publicly disrobing
in pallid shades of greens
ochres, chartreuse,
deep puce, vermilions
and golden …..
in riotous showers
carpeting in an all out display
of kissing the very ground
they stand
upon

……then
almost naked
branches boughs
sturdy and brown
proudly gleam
in the sun
as nature
oiled nubile
bodies
leanly
sculpted

..

image: Prospect Park, Brooklyn NY via google

rainy August 4 2017

Memories reminisces
Add zest and spices
To these dog days
of summer not very nice
~
Sepia smudgy photos
Keep turning up ~ misty
eyed I hungrily stare …
heart squelches in toto
Such is weft
of love loomed
Woven
Life

..

painting: Van Gogh

jostle

jostle of dry autumn leaves
underfoot
felt like those tiny tender
desires that’d died
still births
some
hopelessly romantic leaves
still clung on trees
fluttering
perhaps unheeding
nature’s message
I wondered
as I made my way
dragging
reluctant feet
away from home
knowing full well
home
is where heart is

~

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trees

~
eyes
turned
upwards
I glance at trees
to know my pulse
how today’s gonna be
seeing them in nouveau
frippery, bare bones
covered in colorful lingerie
sluggish heart skips beats
gleefully
Spring’s a coming…
nay,,
it’s here
finally !

today

time’s boot clad feet
relentlessly forward march
gobbling left days of February

yet jet lag fatigue felt
this frost bitten heart by February
is waiting for a gentler March

dreams these days do escape,
knee jerking sleep drooped eyes
as if broken eggs leaking into reality

even though rudely pinged
lazy eye lays shut, active opens
wide, rampant curiosity afflicted

lo and behold ! childhood
boogies have finally outstretched
limbs intruding age fogged mind

triumphantly scaring silly
aging flabby flesh, brittle bones
forcing stand ups to take notice

time’s boot clad feet
relentlessly forward march
gobbling left days of February

yet jet lag fatigue felt
this frost bitten heart by February
is waiting for a gentler March
~

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