Wednesday, September 15, 2010

AUTUMN MIST

first line in italics credit Fireflies-Owl City


AUTUMN MIST

I'd like to make myself believe
every morning an ochre color falls from the tree
which the ravens spread over the garden
the plants braided by forget-me-nots and tears
summertime which was awake now sleeps inside the pods
the old roots hide as they see the snow coming
the orange poppies contemplate the wind without dying
the garlic fall to my hands I raise
I believe
in the autumn mist

11 comments:

flaubert said...

Wayne
Beautiful images and words!
Pamela

irenet23 said...

Wonderful and colorful. Garlic was a nice touch. Thanks Wayne, and your house is absolutely adorable.

Mary said...

Glad to see your poem here today. Autumn mist is indeed very present this time of year.

pwf said...

I like the old roots hiding. roots are smarter than buds.

Ian said...

superb

gautami tripathy said...

Awesome!


warming up the worms

Tumblewords: said...

What a beauty this one is! It speaks to the coming change.

vivinfrance said...

Catches the mood of onset of autumn brilliantly. Do you have a floor yet?

Derrick said...

I particularly like "the plants braided by forget-me-nots and tears". Perfect thoughts for Autumn. Love the house, Wayne!

pieceofpie said...

hi wayne... a perfect poem... and yr paintings well, i like them all... if i could i would buy and hang on a wall....

Deb said...

Beautiful, especially with "canola field" sitting next to it.