Mist Poem by Penni Currie
Mist
rising up from the water
on this hazy dawn
the call of the geese
fluttering only inches above water
trailing their feet and honking loudly
the leaves turning from green to gold
and beautiful russet shades.
the last flowers wilting now
as summer turns to fall
the fox peeks out from behind a tree
and, sensing human presence
disappears.
the beauty of this
my favourite time of year
never fails to amaze me
10/88
A good nature poem and it is wonderfully written which is a success I think.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 12:33:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
What a beautiful poem this is on the transition from Summer to Autumn. Fall is also my favorite season and the great visual imagery you've given this poem are the reasons why! Adding to my favorites so can envision this beautiful scene again and again!