November 10, 2016 · 4:58 am
“Farewell”, the garden gate did echo,
“Adieu”, the song upon her lips,
Yet strummed in burdened sorrow,
Steeped in time no future sips.
“So long”, I echoed back in hoping
That she’d at least glance back a sigh,
“Love?” in whispers softly coping,
This empty hope so full, “Goodbye”.
prompt from dVerse Poets Pub – 9-Nov-2016
Filed under Poetry, True Love
Tagged as Poetry
November 10, 2016 · 4:35 am
Stretched across a steel grey sky,
suspended, held in motion,
November’s “V” shaped lines of peace,
eternal, together, broken.
Whispered through the firmament,
a rustled hush of wings,
purposed rowing, stroking home,
calmly metered autumn dreams.
Harvest stubble left to fields
in gently woven tawny rows,
counts the lea twixt bearded forests,
passing o’er the few perched crows
who claim a bleacher fence post,
chatting, calling kind farewells,
while overhead the gaggle moves
in steady flow, within the swells.
Tomorrow comes first snowfall,
its scent betrayed to naked fields,
where subtle breezes carry hopes
of winter’s coming, autumn’s yield.