Colours Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson
Colours
Colours cascading
Stripping nature’s coat
Oaks, elms even the silver birch
Stretching skywards
Bare fingers reaching up
Playing tag in the breeze
Flexing
Dancing
Bending
So supple and strong
Beneath lay the carpet of withered life
Slowly decaying
Re-nourishing mother earth
Here and there occasional caps break free
One last autumnal crop
Fungi settling till spring
Puffballs collapsing inwards
Nurturing next year’s growth
Blanketed spores
Protected in leaf mould
Nature’s cycle
Sleeping giants
Hibernating wildlife
Cosy and hidden deep
Springs promised return eclipsed
Winter its forerunner
a wonderful cascade of metaphor and personification..holding the reader in for more...of the good stuff nature at it's best...maybe you get an opportunity to read my 'Little River'....
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4/23/2024 12:35:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The ever changing cycles of Nature and its pattern towards rest and rebirth.a ten from me nice clear freeform. If you get a chance please read my RAINBOW IN MOTION HAIKU.Thank you.It's special to me! ! ! !