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
Beautiful! Simple...clear...just lovely. Tapestries of leaves indeed! I will think of this all season, Charles. A.
ReplyDeleteThanks Toby and Amy! Artist autumn wasn't finished weaving. The poem has grown from eight to sixteen lines since you dropped by. :-)
ReplyDeleteThe photo is gorgeous and the poem spare while evoking an image of many woven threads. I need to learn to write spare!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, Charles. I love the woven nature of the lines.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Laura and Joyce.
ReplyDeleteI appreciate your insightful comments!