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Summer prepares to wave goodbye
fall approaches with crisp cool air
seeing a praying mantis is rare
overhead the great blue heron flies
In poetic beauty the willow cries
her long thin boughs seem to flare
fall approaches with colorful fanfare
summer prepares to wave goodbye
The falling leaves are colored died
cheery songbirds have flown elsewhere
two mourning doves cooing a prayer
overhead the great blue heron flies
Summer prepares to wave goodbye
intricate spiderwebs are now threadbare
overhead the great blue heron flies
written for dVerse
hosted by Grace writing to the form of a Villonnet
A wistful goodbye to summer and a welcome to the delights of autumn, Truedessa. I love the repeated line with the great blue heron; let’s hope it keep returning.
ReplyDeleteI have enjoyed watching the heron over the summer. They are so patient and full of grace when walking.
DeleteLove the imagery of the great blue heron flying as the summer season comes to an end. Autumn is upon us here as colored leaves are fading and drying fast. Thanks for joining in. Happy weekend.
ReplyDeleteAutumn 🍂 is indeed appearing in many ways. Thanks for the interesting form.
DeleteThough it is difficult to bid summer farewell, your Villonett makes it bearable!!! Thanks for leaving me a comment .....
ReplyDeleteHelen you are quite welcome. Your poetry is always wonderful to read.
DeleteSo much activity in there. Luv it.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by to read mine
much♡love
Thank you Gillena for visiting me as well.
DeleteI love the birds flying through this poem as the seasons change. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteSherry, I do adore birds.
DeleteWe have a small bay cabin in Mississippi perched on a bayou, and you have perfectly described how fall happens there. We're going next weekend and I KNOW I will see the great blue heron, and think of your lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you for a delightful comment. I hope you see a great blue heron while there.
DeleteLast time I saw a praying mantis was two weeks ago. Dude was guarding my mailbox.
ReplyDeleteAlex, interesting enough I saw one after i wrote this poem. I was up on the trail and there was one chillin’ on the path. Took a photo of him.
DeleteI love the way summer is still a little bit present, but soon it will be gone
ReplyDeleteToday, is the first day of autumn but, it is in the 70’s and sunny. The trees tell another story.
DeleteBeautiful as always, I especially like 'crisp cool air' and 'the willow cries'.
ReplyDeleteSandra sandracox.blogspot.com
Thanks Sandra
DeleteTis the season, Truedessa. I really enjoyed reading your nature-based poem.
ReplyDeleteMuch appreciated thank you for reading
DeleteA beautiful flow from one season to the next. Love the heron!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
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