This year has for many been a difficult one for so many of us. I personally have found myself drawing comfort from the beauty of nature as the seasons have changed. It is the one thing that has remained constant through all the uncertainty and misery we are facing as a result of the pandemic.
All of the poetry in this post has been inspired by the beautiful colours of autumn and I am once again delighted to join forces with my friend and gifted poet Joe Praks, who I know has even more of an appreciation of the gifts Mother Nature bestows upon us than I do.
I hope the verses will add a little sunshine to your day.
Gracefully floating like butterflies
In shades of pink and green,
The autumn leaves are the stars of the show
As they wave goodbye to the trees.
They soar and swirl, drawing patterns
In the misty October air,
Leaving silhouettes of trees,
A mesh of branches so bare.
They gently demand attention
From all who cross their path,
Touching, caressing, they make their mark
On a carpet of dew soaked grass.
The crushed rose
Lays down her crumpled head
On a blanket of grass so green,
Her sweet heart
Yearns for faraway days
When she danced
In the warm summer breeze.
Through dew soaked curves
She remembers his smile,
Now enshrouded in golden mist,
The stars are waiting
To carry her home
Through the warmth
Of a fuchsia's kiss.
The next three poems are by Joe Praks. If you would like to connect with him on Twitter and read more of his poetry he can be found here or on Instagram here.
Autumnal beauty
Caressing my senses
My soul is wide open
I let love in
Breathing out my worries
Dreaming of your eyes
Your smile
I wish not to wake up
My heart just dances.
And dreaming of you
A wee walk
And back to my dream
It's my plan for today
It's all I'm going to do.
Wearing her colours proudly
True colours of this fall,
I'm walking alone, my deserted street
Dead leaves sounding under my feet,
I'm walking towards my dream as
It's my next goal.
Am I afraid if I'm not to wake up?
Absolutely not at all.
Water slipping through my hands,
Leaving clusters of unturned stones
And footprints in the sand.
Blue sky dissolves into floating clouds,
Words we never got to say
Sail away like an autumn leaf
Carried by a distant wave.
I pull back curtains
Of autumn leaves
To reveal
A shimmering lake,
I jump aboard
A boat of reeds
To take me to
A faraway place
When October shone
Like a pot of gold
And nothing
Obscured my view,
And through the curtains
I watched dawn break
As I held out
My hand to you.
I would like to finish with something special. I first shared the poem below with my Twitter followers in September 2019 and I was delighted when one lady from Philadelphia commented to tell me she had enjoyed reading the poem to the point where it had brought to mind a song she is particularly fond of. The song is called 'Tell Me A Tale' by the talented Michael Kiwanuka. I immediately listened to the song and I was overwhelmed at what a perfect match it is for my poem. Here is a link on You Tube. It has a lovely laid back, jazzy feel about it. Perfect for relaxing to.
Etchings of Autumn
Through a curtain of leaves
summer waves goodbye
as crayons of autumn
etch patterns in my mind.
Rich September palette,
red gold and green
place the brush in my hand,
help me set the scene.
Soft autumn breeze
inspire creativity,
place the pen in my hand
give my story to me.
Thank you as always for taking the time to read. You can find me on both X and Instagram under @jillwebbwords. Links are provided below.
1 comment:
I nod happily towards the afternoon sun.
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