The Earth undresses in the Morning breeze
and I catch the leaves as the Summer leaves.
This falling blazonry, these bunting reds
by Autumn’s horn are blown to shreds
to lie forlornly on the ice-green lawn,
the raiment of a Goddess, now outworn.
Such heraldry and pageant: “Let it go!”
She sings in verses only catchers know,
“My garment shall adorn the barren ground…”
Her gown falls silently ever down
in slow procession of its motley hues
which, one by one, her modesty must lose.
The rhyme, rhythm, its music, this poem of yours. Wonderful!
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I really appreciate your comment. Thank you so much. Strange how often the poems
I hesitate to post are the ones that people like the most. Strange, and scary.
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This is beautifully written. A lovely poem.
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It really is magical… I love the idea of thr garment falling ti the ground, makes me thing of the leaves as folds of red and gold silk. (And makes me want to go and catch falling leaves)
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I’m so glad you enjoyed this one. Thanks for your kind comment!
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Sorry for the awful spelling! 😂
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Don’t worry. We make spelling errors in our comments because of bxtzommvq.
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😂
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I love the images, and the idea of the earth modestly undressing, leaves falling to the ground. 🙂
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Thank you! Guess I’m just a poetic voyeur…
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Me too, when it comes to nature. There’s a short poem in my archives called “strip tease” along similar lines. 🙂
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The imagery in this…beautiful.
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I had my doubts about this poem when I posted it so I am only glad that anyone liked this. Thank you for taking the time to comment!
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I. Love. This!!
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