(This piece is a 'minute' - 60 syllables,844484448444, and rhymed AABB, etc..)
October turned the leaves to gold
but now the cold
November wind
rustles their thinned
and meagre remnants on the trees.
No kindly breeze,
this bitter blast
will tear the last
few faded leaves from oak tree's crown,
and cast them down
onto the earth
for spring's rebirth.
‘…for spring's rebirth’ Wow! ! Spring is jubilant juvenile. Well and jocund touch down. Ms. Nivedita Cordially invite to my page. P.S. It bears fragrances of numerals so 10x6=60 types of perfumes from me. LOL! niv
I am in total awe Paul. With a 60 syllable count and the sequential rhyme this as well as your Reflection I consider to be a work of art. The bitter blast of November wind tearing the last faded leaves down, brought ME beautifully down to Springs rebirth. Loved it! Karin Anderson
'A great poem' was all I wanted to say I thought those three words would suffice to convey My thoughts on a poem which has great structure and style But I needed 20 characters, so a few more words I added to the pile!
Lovely. My sustaining glimpse of nature's beauty for the day, even though I am stuck inside cooking a feast.Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you are a very good writer and i love the way you do your poems goodlook thanks and take care love and light nathan xx