From my window
autumn winds blow
raining color
past my door
artist autumn
strolls the forest
leaving leaves
upon the floor
autumn weaves
autumn leaves
red and gold
upon the pane
tapestries
autumn weaves
autumn leaves
in the rain
©Charles Ghigna
7 comments:
Beautiful! Simple...clear...just lovely. Tapestries of leaves indeed! I will think of this all season, Charles. A.
Beautiful poem, Charles. I've been admiring the autumn weaves, too.
Thanks Toby and Amy! Artist autumn wasn't finished weaving. The poem has grown from eight to sixteen lines since you dropped by. :-)
Even better now, with the further repetition! It's a lullaby to autumn. I can imagine someone singing it.
The photo is gorgeous and the poem spare while evoking an image of many woven threads. I need to learn to write spare!
Beautiful poem, Charles. I love the woven nature of the lines.
Thank you, Laura and Joyce.
I appreciate your insightful comments!
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