Thursday, October 18, 2018

A Poem for Thursday -- October Wind

October Wind 

October wind swirling 
Leaves, red yellow and brown 
Valiant, colour classic 
They try to follow wind 
Despair displayed they fall 
Plunging, gutter awaits 
Branches cry, murmuring 
Not what they were born for 
Comes new day new tenants 
Little girls with dried sticks 
Write notes in the gravel 
Here lie trees' brave soldiers 
Their struggle not in vain 
Winter home for squirrels 
 _ _ _ _ 

 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden at  -
The writer (me) was to use four of these words, I chose five:
  • lucid                    fiery                  twilight               silhouette                     despair
  • touch                   plunge                frost                   goldcrest                      wind
  • sleep                   colour                 aspect                murmuring                   coffee
  • gravel                  leaf                    october                branch                          notes

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At Friday, October 19, 2018 8:50:00 AM, Blogger Vicki said...

Love this, especially the last stanza.

At Friday, October 19, 2018 11:54:00 AM, Blogger Sanaa Rizvi said...

That second stanza is especially strong! Beautiful work, Jim ❤️

At Saturday, October 20, 2018 1:05:00 AM, Blogger Margaret said...

Love the detail of the little girls with sticks...

At Saturday, October 20, 2018 8:44:00 AM, Blogger brudberg said...

There is always someone gaining... little girls and squirrels

At Saturday, October 20, 2018 9:56:00 AM, Blogger Maude Lynn said...

Branches cry, murmuring
Not what they were born for

That is really lovely, Jim.


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