Autumn's Arrival

Courtesy of Pixabay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Autumn’s palette of terracotta, mustard and rust
the old pickup left a trail of dust

An eagle soars high above the tall pine trees
gone are the stings of bees

A moose quietly makes his own tracks
trees fall with the sound of an axe

Squirrels gathering nuts for winter
a woodsman has a splinter

The secluded cabin is warm and cozy
in the darkness howls a coyote

written for dVerse Poetry Form - hosted by Grace 

This week, break the couple.    Write a poem incorporating one of these couplets.

Choose one:
Broken Couplet — disrupt the expected relationship between the two lines.

Split Couplet — experiment with a longer first line and a shorter second line.

Hinged Couplet — let the second line turn, transform, or change the meaning of the first.

Falling Silent

Courtesy of Pixabay - by Joe

 Take me out to the trees
I need space to breathe
when emotions feel heavy
there’s an ache in my belly

I can’t seem to find words
there are no nouns or verbs
my heart needs to be strong
it’s hard for me to say so long

Take me to where hope takes root
finding new trails, alternative routes
amongst the tall scented pines
sudden rustling of leaves, a sign

What’s going on, poetic guidance
a time of change voices fall silent
 seeking spiritual alignment 

Take me out to the trees
I need space to breathe
when emotions feel heavy
there’s an ache in my belly

I can’t seem to find words
there are no nouns or verbs
my heart needs to be strong
it’s hard for me to say so long

Take me to where nature calls
a hidden sanctuary with no walls
oaks and maples changing in color
new adventures waiting to discover

What’s going on, poetic guidance
a time of change voices fall silent
 seeking spiritual alignment

written for What's Going On?:Open Link  

What's Going On? Is closing it's poetic doors
after this week's open link.  I wrote this to
try and express this loss of community.

Thanks to Sherry, Mary, Susan and Sumana for all their hard work in maintaining a community for poets to write.  You all have been supportive to my creative wanderings. This is a new poem my way of saying good-bye.

Brightest Blessings