Treasure Island

Mark R Slaughter


Mist Upon the Placid Morn


Bleed out your beauty, Autumn –
Give up a gentle wrist, and smear
Your bloody hues atop the green.

Cast a calming throw of heady peace
Upon the cooling land.
And as you grant the sun a final fling of warmth,
Charge the silent air
(Now lolling on a foliar deathbed)
With earthen whiff to intimate the fungal push.

Soon you’ll send a shiver down the watery spine of
Quivering ponds, punctual brooks, and
Listless lakes, to warn them of the freeze to come.

Behold! your mellow spirit
Hanging as a mist upon the placid morn –
A sight that draws a sneaking tear or two – forlorn
Observers are we all of colder climes to view!

Autumn Lady, must you be the summer waning –?
Our adieu to fairer-weather life?
Ah well, at least you hum a warming tone, ensuring
Nature’s rhythm still abounds.

But now you must prepare the mind for chilly times –
You know the drill –
Guiding us along a sloping path
To ease our psyche in to sleet and snow –
The blue-ice bite of winter.


Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010










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Submitted: Wednesday, September 01, 2010
Edited: Saturday, July 16, 2011

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  • Harindhar Reddy (10/27/2011 7:47:00 AM)

    Wow! I wonder what beautiful autumn, what beautiful poem and what beautiful message by the poet. It is my honor to read these ethereal line flowed from the heart of the poet. Highlighting nature is always a delighting prospect....
    'Behold! your mellow spirit
    Hanging as a mist upon the placid morn –
    A sight that draws a sneaking tear or two – forlorn
    Observers are we all of colder climes to view! '

    It is heavenly feeling to share my thoughts on nature. Many congratulations to poet for writing some poems on nature of which each is competing for the best place. Mark R Salughter, stands tall on ladder for the poems like this........Cheerio for now........... (Report) Reply

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