Melancholy autumn rain.
Nature weeps as color takes its leave,
once golden amber, streaked through brown.
Droplets cling momentarily,
cleave to hawthorne crimson berries.
Lover’s farewell kiss.
Photo taken outside our Boston high-rise yesterday. Coincidentally, our building is called Hawthorne Place and yes, this is a hawthorne tree after the morning’s rain.
Shimmering
leaf-ruffled skirts of red and gold.
Nature’s can-can dancer,
autumn kicks up her heels.
She lifted her can-can skirt
for all the world to see,
well beyond a peek-a-boo look!
Layers of crimson and gold
bedazzle with voluptuous shimmers
as high kicks accompany a stiff breeze!
How I love the fall season in Boston! Another razzle-dazzle poem for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets! Come see what other folks have written to bedazzle you!
Crimson, orange-yellow quilt overhead,
I gaze upward, savoring the soft breeze.
Iridescent patterns shimmer, shift, and spread
a kaleidoscope of fluttering leaves.
Our days together come drifting back,
blurring soft prisms of golden memories.
And I am content.
Written for dVerse where we’re asked today to employ rhyme within our poem.
