Changes, leaves
By queen beatle
- 440 reads
On the bright side of midnight
a chill breeze beckons from
the autumn of your eyes
as the leaves change.
True, I could bury into you
neighbour the residents of
your garden soil and house
myself in your soft tissue, but
from your galled stump gash
my sapling surges up, dreaming
already of the crown shyness
intertwining all of us, and
I float to the hill's brow at
the neap tide peak and
turn to make my waves
lap away my way back.
The hours are golden, and
thoughts like these burn fast
and again, and again, and—
as the leaves change.
- Log in to post comments
Comments
I think this is one of your
I think this is one of your very best queen - thank you
- Log in to post comments
Seasonal Greetings
I liked the contrasts in the poem. Also, as you probably know from my poems, I like verse that evolves from one time frame or period to the next. The leaf cycle parodies our moods and emotions. Thanks for capturing that essence in your poem. Have a verry cherry day!
- Log in to post comments
Changing
What a wonderful picture of Autumn Morwenna! there is something deeper to "as the leaves change, "Changes leaves" and the endless circles of nature.
Your poetry I find academic, but at the same time flowing and clear, I really enjoy your work.
Good! Tom
- Log in to post comments
This is the Pick of the Day
This is the Pick of the Day on our social media. Please share and retweet!
- Log in to post comments