Poem -
Autumns first breath
I watched the sunset tonight
show the changes in my trees.
Emphasised and embellished
in the forge glow of a dying sun.
I watch as my gods begin to turn gold.
Bathed in gloaming light.
I know the change has begun.
Watch the last light fade.
Listening to music.
Pink Floyd, Talk Talk, John Coltrane.
Window still open at 11pm.
Not even slightly cold.
I breathe deep.
Tasting autumns first breath,
awaiting autumns first golden dawn.
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Comments
Dear poet brother NIGEL,
I can see you, "Windows still open at 11pm..." as you sit crafting this piece..... it's such a 'laid back' approach to bathing in the light of autumn's inspiration......I LOVE it brother!!........ the colors being influenced by your music choices........ wish I could have shared in those moments with you my friend!!...... the magic is apparent in your words!!!......ALL STARS!!...... well penned brother!!........LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xo ?ā¤
Ah, Tony mate the trees are only just beginning to change. From where I am on the top hill I have a month or two of spectacular colours to look forward to. I love autumn.
CheersĀ
Nigel.Ā