Yin And Yang Of Autumn Forest
By skinner_jennifer
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Night puts natures colours to bed, only
moon and stars share their splendour,
chill winds commune with October's
coming ambiance ushering Autumn
leaves astray.
When drowsy insects devoid of care,
sleep silently in limbo unaware, no
warbled desires in branches of trees,
just maybe warden owl gives warning
notice to danger with eerie: 'Woo! Woo!'
Of lurking unease.
Deer young and old forage murkiness
and gloom, if sudden menace surrounds
they stand perfectly still, ears pricked up
with sharp hearing they wait, eyes that see
all in curious moment of state,
shaking off their displeasure of possible
peril as twigs snap in menacing manner,
leaping away nymph like for they are shy;
into raven darkness fly.
***
Earth furrows in sudden blustery storm
that pounds forest with clashing battle
sound, dire lightening rages up in sky,
capturing dismal clouds squeezed to
a pulp, devouring the air of every last
drop,
with combination of savage fork;
thunder rolls – lightening strikes
like a knife in face of tall trunk.
Tears mingle with rain, while
atmosphere of wrath sweeping
forest floor, having touched
leaves with glistening sheen.
Do trees think matters through
informing roots that storm's
passed from view? Distress has
abated now enriching land, all
but one tree did fury encounter
withstand.
In forest serene things aren't always
what they seem, challenge of weather
can be so extreme, but still the beauty
is all around and at dawn Autumn
colours once more abound.
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Hi Jenny,
Hi Jenny,
You capture the turbulence of nature in this autumnal poem and the dissolution of colour that night brings, only to reappear in another day!
hilary
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Enjoyed the oscillation of
Enjoyed the oscillation of the quiet beauty and the tempestuous night, and the nymph-likeness of the deer's leaping away.
I was amused by dismal clouds squeezed to a pulp
Rhiannon
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Hi Jenny
Hi Jenny
You do such a good job of putting the smells and sounds of the land in as well as the visual. Very well done.
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I do love Autumn. I like
I do love Autumn. I like change of pace in this poem. Highly visual with your customary wonderful turn of phrase. A pleasure to read :)
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I liked "clouds squeezed to a
I liked "clouds squeezed to a pulp" too, made me think of them being like fruit making juicy rain :0)
Also "lightening strikes like a knife" is wonderful, both for the quick jabbing sounds and the imagery
And the idea of leaves communicating with other parts of a tree. I wonder if when the first raindrops hit, the message goes down to thirsty roots, "won't be long now" or like you say, to let them know when the wind goes down so they can unclench, or stop stressing about lightning
You create a feeling of community among the trees, that the others would try to nurture the stricken one, know its distress
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Autumn
This is a really good piece of poetry Jenny.
You have really captured the atmosphere of autumn in the way that I see it. People who are less fearful than I of the darkening at the year's end tell me that I should enjoy the colours and changes of the season. I try, but I'm much happier in spring and summer, so your words 'murkiness and gloom' really stood out for me.
I'm going to read this poem again on a day when we are really in the thick of autumn. I'm sure it will form an even more accurate description of nature then.
Turlough
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Great writing
Hey Jenny, I really liked how you split that into two sections. Some strong writing and great imagery. Congrats on the cherries.
GGHades502
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